ivyblossom | Cons and anxiety

I am not going to Denver next weekend, of course. No no I don't do cons, no matter how tempted I might be to go and demand my gay back from a certain someone. I know there is at least one person in lj land who is planning to ask him about the whereabouts of my gay, for which I am eternally grateful. I simply cannot wait to see what he says. Though, I fully expect him to say, "Huh?" Ah well. One's gay can only get so famous.

I have just discovered that there is an actual Q&A at this con, which means...what? If you wanted to ask him if he is aware that Ivy Blossom is having an identity crisis because he has stolen her gay, and does he intend to give it back any time soon, you can do it, what, in front of a crowd of people! w00t! I had no idea there was a Q&A. Doesn't that make everything very interesting.

Actually I had an anxiety dream about Denver this morning, I think. In this dream, my mother needed something from Vancouver, so I took my friend with me and went back to get it. You know, I do that all the time. It's only a six hour flight! I'd do that for my mother.

For some reason in Vancouver they didn't have toonies anymore (toonies are a form of Canadian currency; we have a two dollar coin and it is called a 'toonie'). In place of toonies they had little five or six inch tall Canadiana figurines, like trees and beavers and moose. They were sort of pretty, really. Tacky, but sort of pretty. So the bank gave me a bunch of these figurines in a sack, that was my walking around money. I was thinking, yeah, I could get a cafe mocha with a couple of these, when we happened upon this street downtown which does not exist that had a few very nice houses on it. There were people on scaffolds setting up lighting around them, so we knew they were preparing to shoot something. And then the cast of Smallville walked out, all chatting with each other.

Being Canadian, me and my friend both said, meh, whatever, like we need to watch a bunch of famous people standing around talking, whatever, but after a couple of minutes I broke down and went back to see what was up. There were a couple of people there now, watching them.

Then some stuff happened that I don't remember.

But at some point I was walking past some trailers and this girl with wacky braids in her hair came out. I think she was on Are You Hot or American Idol or something or other, and she was talking to me about how they had 60 beer in the back of the car and wow, they were going to have a drink, and I should follow along, and meanwhile I was like, who the hell are YOU on Smallville? but I didn't, like, say that. Cause that would be rude. And I haven't seen enough episodes to actually know anyway. Of course I don't realize that I'm dreaming at this point, so I'm concerned about being rude to imaginary people.

And right after that who walks past me but Michael Rosenbaum, in costume, even. Purple and black. And I said, "Michael!" You know, like I'm pleased to see him. Cause, let's face it, I am!

And he says, get this: "Ivy!" But he actually doesn't say "Ivy." He says my real name.

Insert me freaking out here.

Then I woke up.