I'm awake now. It took me a few days to recover from the festivities last weekend. It's amazing what a handful of Advil and 14 hours of sleep can do. I needed it though. I didn't get back to my hotel room until at least 3AM to 7AM from Friday through Sunday night. I got plenty of good networking done. Some know the holiday as Labor Day Weekend. Nerds like myself count down all year to the same date so we can return to our mecca in the South East known as Dragon*Con.
Leading up to this year's freak fiesta, I had been negotiating with Dragon*Con management since last April. I received a call from Mr. Eric Watts, Trek Track Director for Dragon*Con, during my lunch break at work. I was pleased to hear him tell me that since last year's Trek party I DJed was a big hit. (Yeah, I already knew that. I was there. But every now and again, it's nice to get that kind of validation.) Eric went on to ask if I wanted to DJ again for the Klingon Disco and the Party at Ten Forward. This year would be nothing out of the ordinary - sponsorship by Outworlders and will double as Dragon*Con's Rainbow Flag Party for the geek LGBT community (translation: my mix needs to be a bit girlier than usual with more 80s / 90s flavor). Naturally, I accepted the invitation without a second thought. I love convention crowds, and have had a good amount of experience spinning at gay clubs.
That's right y'all. I am a geek and proud of it. I'm 'that guy' who lives the nerd lifestyle through and through. I learned my first computer program language at 6 years old. "Game" to me is both a noun and a verb. The number 42 often pops literary references in my head. My apartment is wired like the Batcave.
As part of that lifestyle, I have been an intricate part of the sci-fi / comics / pop culture convention scene in the SouthEast since 1999. Every con I go to ends up being a family reunion of sorts with parties and events that last 24 hours a day for three days straight. BUT... I don't merely pay for my admission just to relax, make obscure funny references, and say 'I'm home'. Hell no! Annual events of this magnitude needs showmanship and loud pumping bass to get the masses to party like there's no tomorrow. I think I can help with that. =) ...