The best scam ever
Jan. 23rd, 2011 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
You know how I was bitching about having to attend a dull ass convention in this post?
The mate who was taking me was pulling my leg the entire time. It was epic. She made fake brochures and tickets, had me completely taken in that what we were going to was a motivational convention.
I should've have Googled that shit, but I'm lazy. So I believed it was a motivational convention, complete with hot rooms and dull speeches. But it wasn't.
It was a goddamn arts convention. ♥
Which explained the dancing warning. (I didn't take it seriously, silly me). The old school waltz-type dancing soon morphed into a club scene that lasted from night to early morning.
It was brilliant on so many levels. There was lots of paint, upbeat music, dancing, and, I'll admit, some very cute guys. One of them was an absolute gem and knew his music and sciences. :DD
For hours, I got to paint on his huuuge canvas on the floor with both brushes and my hands and talk to other people who liked painting. It was so wonderful. My friend went to the choir because singing is her thing.
So instead of tolerating it, I enjoyed it. A lot. I even smushed paint into my friend's face when she popped over to tell me lunch was on. All is good. Except for sore feet, but really, that was my fault for not bringing the proper footwear.
The mate who was taking me was pulling my leg the entire time. It was epic. She made fake brochures and tickets, had me completely taken in that what we were going to was a motivational convention.
I should've have Googled that shit, but I'm lazy. So I believed it was a motivational convention, complete with hot rooms and dull speeches. But it wasn't.
It was a goddamn arts convention. ♥
Which explained the dancing warning. (I didn't take it seriously, silly me). The old school waltz-type dancing soon morphed into a club scene that lasted from night to early morning.
It was brilliant on so many levels. There was lots of paint, upbeat music, dancing, and, I'll admit, some very cute guys. One of them was an absolute gem and knew his music and sciences. :DD
For hours, I got to paint on his huuuge canvas on the floor with both brushes and my hands and talk to other people who liked painting. It was so wonderful. My friend went to the choir because singing is her thing.
So instead of tolerating it, I enjoyed it. A lot. I even smushed paint into my friend's face when she popped over to tell me lunch was on. All is good. Except for sore feet, but really, that was my fault for not bringing the proper footwear.
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Date: 2011-01-23 02:38 am (UTC)Again, I say.. WHERE ARE MY PHOTOS OF HOT GUYS?!?! STOP HOLDING OUT ON ME!!!
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Date: 2011-01-23 03:26 am (UTC)I thought it'd be a little weird to say, "HAI. I WANT PIC OF YOU. POSE, PLZ?" That, and I would've had to use my friend's camera (didn't bring mine) and the creepy factor would have broke something.
AND DD: DON'T TRY TO PLANT INTO MY MIND A PAINT-SMEARED SEX SCENE. I am writing artist!Sherlock AU which is meant to be PG-ish. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THAT TO R!!! XD
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Date: 2011-01-23 03:58 am (UTC)Muwahahaha you know you want happy painty funtime sex scenes... *waggles eyebrows* You will have to write that fic TWICE, once as a censored version. XDDD
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Date: 2011-01-23 04:56 am (UTC)AHAHA, instead of writing the fic twice, I would do that censored 'warning' highlight thing. Except it'd read: highlight to read smut. And when you'd highlight it, it would be a stern lecture saying, "Really? You're highlighting this? What would your MOTHER think of this? HUH HUH HUH?? Oh well. Here's your porn. FEEL GUILTY." XD
Anyway, if I do write a paint-themed sex scene, I could never look at my acrylics the same way again... ^///^
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Date: 2011-01-23 05:07 am (UTC)You WOULD, if only so you wouldn't actually have to write prons. You'd hope people were too shamed to read on and realize you filled the rest of the space with random commentary on the WEATHER or something.
Your acrylics would forgive you. They like that kind of stuff. XDDDDDDDDDDDDD