Favorite Muskrat Jamboree Memories, You Say...
CHRIST, WHERE DO I START. I think I'll stick with the VERY FIRST MJ, or as well like to refer to it, TrashCon 2007 (just kidding; I refer to it like that; for lo, we were classless and it was glorious)
I WILL PREFACE THIS BY SAYING WE HAVE ACTUALLY SINCE THEN GROWN COUTH AND HAVE NEVER SINCE DISPLAYED SUCH VULGARITY AT THE CON SINCE. WE ARE NOW ALWAYS ON OUR BEST BEHAVIOR. PROMISE.
Join me now as I go down memory lane to when we were all drunken trash and having the time of our lives in East Somerville's classy, CLASSY Holiday Inn.
SO. Back when the con was JUST A BABY STARTING OUT, we were so very young and naive. I, for example, fully expected the hotel-provided sound system to NOT CRAP OUT ON ME MID-FIRST-VID, but it did. Being the Vid Show Person, I initially flipped my lid. While tleed ran to get help from bewildered hotel staff who were the lucky ones to be on call at the time, I called upon some friends in the audience to entertain us all with jokes. (Which went something like: "What is the difference in how lesbians build houses?" "What?" "All tongue in groove, no stud!" and "What do you call a lesbian with long nails?" "SINGLE!" At which point, the very nice man working on the sound system blushed harder than I have ever seen a grown man blush and emotions along the lines of "AM I ALLOWED TO LAUGH AT THIS IT'S REALLY FUNNY BUT WILL I OFFEND EVERY SINGLE WOMAN IN THIS ROOM" ran across his face like a scrollboard.) And then, somebody - either jamwingles or warmbrightwings, I believe - started a Barrett's Privateers singalong to BEAT ALL OTHER SINGALONGS, and it instantly became an MJ CLASSIC, a moment of fangirl love to beat all other moments of fangirl love. It was glorious.
Also glorious was the moment when other - no less bewildered - hotel staff emerged in the room with a set of giant speakers covered in plastic they found in some dusty corner in the basement, followed by a harried but a triumphant tleed. The vid show was saved.
Oh, and also tleed and I getting caught making out in the stairwell later that weekend by a fangirl who was just drunk enough that she completely didn't question why tleed had her hand in my pants (we were not yet fully a couple at the time, I should add) and simply informed us she was So Very Drunk, then proceeded to run back out of the stairwell none the wiser.
OH ALSO, who remembers the underage cheerleaders who were occupying the hotel alongside us? I DO I DO. Best moment:
Two fangirls enter the elevator. Three underage cheerleaders are, apparently, riding up and down the elevator looking for entertainment. Two fangirls patiently ride alongside them to get to their floor.
Underage Cheerleader: "Let's go downstairs! There's LESBIANS in the LOBBY!"
Two fangirls: *attempt not to die*
AND LO, SOME OF MY FAVORITE 2007 MJ MEMORIES.