Hateakon et cetera.
Hateakon2k5 was awesome. All of you who didn't come failed more horribly than words can describe (although, interestingly enough, I'd say that simply by putting it that way I've fairly accurately described exactly how badly you failed).
Thursday:
Thursday was a pretty quiet day, since only about half of us were there that early, including the Chicagoans. CJ (Kestrana) and I were doing our nails, and then offered to do everyone else's. The guys all took us up on the offer, as did Emlyn (::poke::). Here I'm painting Jason's nails (McTen) the same shade as mine.
Friday:
CJ, Ben (Sashi), and I made an alcohol run to stock up for the weekend. When you include the mixers, it totaled well over $200. This explains a lot of the craziness that night. (No, I'm not posting pictures of that.)
Let's have a bunch of people pile on the bed and take a picture! Left to right, in the back are Cliff (42), Ben, and Jason, while the front is CJ, Kei (cantabile), and me.
Saturday:
Hateabreakfast! Nothing says "I'm hung over" like IHOP. Starting at the close left, we have Kei, Jason, Vic (sweetgirl), Adam (branovices), and then moving across from him and coming back down there's Johnm (bran's boy), David (obtuse), Niles (UberNils), Tony (TonyHighwind), me, and Ben.
We had dinner that night at Giordano's. The pizza was excellently delicious, there was much laughing and use of language inappropriate for the children seated several feet behind us, and I had a surprisingly tasty glass of Woodbridge cabernet sauvignon.
Sunday:
A number of people headed home Sunday morning; those of us who were left spend the rest of the day out and about in Chicago. We decided to have some fun with the Sears Tower sign because we are crazy like that. I am the S, Vic is the r, Dave is the T, Kei is the w, and Ben is the tower because he's tall (lolololol).
We decided it would be cool to stick the shortest Hater there on top of the tallest (Ben's 6'7"), so for once in her life, Kei is the tallest person in the country. Note the WTF-waves radiating off the guy behind them.
Kei is short again. Very short. And bitter.
Dave made a friend. OMGBFFKIT.
We had dinner at Benihana. Everyone got various crazily cooked things except me (I had sushi). Niles got a drink called a Black Ninja based solely on the name (and the fact that while the other drinks on the menu had pictures of them, the Black Ninja was listed as "Not Visible").
Niles was going to take a picture of us from across the street, but some guy who was crossing the street to get into his Mini decided to be funny and stopped in front of him and waved his arms around. I shouted at him, something to the effect that he was an asshole, and flipped him off, and somehow this lead to Niles coming back across the street while the asshole took a picture of all of us. I love Chicago.
Stone Lions Who Eat Sweetgirls for Fuel
Vic's shoes were most definitely not made for walking, and it was a couple of miles from the restaurant to the train station, so it's a good thing Ben was there.
Everyone is familiar with "This Is Just to Say" by William Carlos Williams, yes? Today, while riding the bus to the place where I will, with any luck, be hired in the near future, I saw a fabulous piece of graffiti. An advertisement (some kind of arts awareness thing, I'd assume) had all of the poem on it. Following the last line, someone had scrawled in pen, "that was cold. would you please replace them."
I laughed.