Date: Sunday, January 29, 2012.
Location: San Francisco
Setting: The living room of a spacious apartment, on an inflatable mattress.
It’s Sunday morning, and I am awake. I didn’t get to sleep until shortly after midnight, and didn’t sleep well afterwards. The inflatable mattress we had brought with us had sprung a leak sometime in the recent past, and was slowly deflating. My protesting back attested to this unpleasant fact.
Another unpleasant fact: My husband was snoring. Loudly.
I took this as my cue to get up and start getting ready for the day. I figured a good place to start would be to paint my nails, since I didn’t want to meet the Wheatons with un-manicured claws. That would never do! I settled in to my task and was half-way through when Jonathan woke up and got ready. Being the manly man he is, all he had to do was ruffle his hair and brush his teeth, and he was ready to go.
Now, you ladies know that once you start painting your nails, you are STUCK where you are until they’re dry. You can’t go to the bathroom, you can’t do your hair, you can’t do diddly squat! This can be a problem when you have an impatient husband who is hungry RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND AND WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!!!!
Then we went to [REDACTED CUZ IT'S BORING] Then made our way towards Chinatown.
After locating a perilous parking spot on a ridiculous hill*, we put on our walking shoes and set off in search of cool things. If you’ve never been to Chinatown in San Francisco, I highly recommend it. There is some awesome architecture, and if you’re up to it, some excellent food. Unfortunately, having stuffed ourselves with French toast (again), we didn’t eat anything.
We wandered around Chinatown for several hours, and were lucky enough to stumble upon a Chinese New Year celebration in the streets. Tristan was drawn toward the sounds of firecrackers and drums, and we discovered two Chinese dragons marching up and down the streets, bowing and bestowing blessings on the local businesses. It was pretty cool; it’s not everyday we get to see cultural events like that.
We eventually found our way out of Chinatown, and hiked back up Sacramento St to where our car was parked. It was still early in the afternoon, so we decided to go check out the cathedral a few blocks away. I had never been in a cathedral like this before. This place was massive; soaring buttresses and stained glass everywhere. It was absolutely silent as we walked in, and only a few other tourists and some people sitting in the pews.
Even if you’re totally anti-religious, you can admire the architectural wonder that is a cathedral. This building was only a couple hundred years old, and may not have been as intricately detailed as say, Notre Dame, but it was still awe-inspiring to walk around in it.
Ok, ok. Let’s fast forward a couple hours, since all we did between approximately 4:00 pm and 6:00 pm was wander around.
Now it’s a little after 6, and Jonathan and I are seated at a large table at the Top of the Mark lounge. I have to give Anne props here, since she was the one who suggested it. This place was swank…fancy cocktails and “light dining”, which means when you want food, you get the fancy, itty-bitty portions that sometimes end up costing more than your car.**
Confession time! I was beyond nervous. I was about to meet a lady who I had only spoken to on Twitter, who was married to the Nerd Emperor†, and who was friends with all of the performers we were going to watch later that evening.
I guess you could say I had ALL THE NERVES!!! I was jittery and shaky, and I kept touching my hair. Jonathan kept laughing at me, telling me to calm down. He thought I was cool, surely she would too. We were messaging back and forth on Twitter, her letting me know they were on their way, and me telling her we had a table and were just hanging out, enjoying the awesome view. THEN she tells me that Bonnie Burton is joining us as well, and I tell this to Jonathan. He is now very excited too, because Bonnie works for LucasFilm, and he is a huge Star Wars fan. I predict this evening will turn out to be awesome.
The ladies arrive, and I immediately spot Anne in her (totally cute and not Waldo-esque) red and white striped sweater. Guys…she’s gorgeous. She’s got perfect hair, a sparkly white smile, and she’s absolutely hilarious. She gives me a big hug and introduces me to Bonnie and her friend Debbie. Funny story – Debbie lives in the next town over from me, and, get this: her brother is my next door neighbour. SMALL FREAKING WORLD! I couldn’t believe it.
We get fancy drinks and finger foods, and chat about what Ryan has been up to at his new job (awesome stuff, FYI), Bonnie’s taxidermied animals, and the upcoming JoCo cruise. I present Anne with the bottle of home-made lemoncello my mom sent with me, and we all take simultaneous iPhone pics to post to Twitter. My phone battery is at 20%, so I remind myself to use it sparingly.
It’s nearly 7, so we have to rush out of the hotel and down the (crazy steep) hill to the Marines Memorial Theatre, where w00tstock is happening. We’re a loud, happy group; chatting and giggling and walking silly, because that’s what you do when it’s a steep hill and you can just about lay down backwards as you walk.
We make it to the theatre right before the show starts, and Anne instructs us to meet up with her at intermission. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was excited! As you can expect, w00tstock was amazing. Wil, Paul & Storm, Adam Savage, Chris Hardwick and Grant Imahara had us all laughing till our sides split and we wet ourselves. Well, Jonathan and I didn’t wet ourselves, but I can’t speak for the rest of the audience.
One of my favourite parts of the show was the new song performed by P&S about George RR Martin. I hadn’t read the books yet, but I had heard so many good things about them (I have since bought them and am currently in the middle of A Clash of Kings) so this was a funny little teaser that made me want to read them even more.
At intermission, while the other nerds were using the bathroom and buying t-shirts, Jonathan and I caught up with Anne and Bonnie and Debbie, and were escorted backstage to the green room. There we see Wil, Adam, Paul and Storm, all laughing and joking with one another. Anne introduces Jonathan and I to Wil, and he shakes our hands with a smile. Bear with me here, because my brain is fuzzy due to awesomeness and I’m terrible at writing dialogue.
Wil likes our ThinkGeek 8 Bit Life shirts†; several of the other audience members told us they liked them too. I ask Wil if he liked the custom Palomino Blackwing pencils I sent him for Christmas, and he said he did, and that he uses them a lot. I sent them to him when I sent a jar of home-made apple butter to Anne, I figured he would enjoy them when he wrote stuff, since they’re supposed to be superb at writing things. This makes sense, right?! AAAHHH.
Sorry, I was overcome with how the crap do I write this without sounding like a dingbat-itis.
ANYWAYS. The show was amazeballs. I highly recommend you go see it, if you have the chance. It’s funny, and smart, and relevant to nerd interests. After the show we got to go backstage again, and we hung out for a while, until everyone decided to go to a little bar just a few doors down. We ordered pizza and chatted with people, and Jonathan lost spectacularly to Chris Hardwick at table shuffleboard. My phone was officially dead by this point, that’s why there are no more pictures!
We hang out at the bar with the cool geeks until just after 1 in the morning, then we head home. I wake up in the morning to no fewer than 14 text messages from Jeff, and this blog post. The rest is history.
Thank you for tolerating my crazy long post. Sorry it took so bloody long to get it up :)