- Joined
- Feb 4, 2013
If, for some reason, you'd noticed that I'd disappeared into the aether for a week or so a couple of days back, you may be uninterested to hear that I'd been at a furry convention in that time, because I'm a great big furry. Well I mostly went because I wanted to meet friends, and because there was lots of alcohol, but that's neither here nor there. It was actually awesome. Everyone was really friendly, there were some really well-made costumes, and there was lots of alcohol. It was nice to get away from everything for a while. Made a bunch of friends, took a bunch of pictures, probably going to go again next year.
Here's a couple of stories from the con. No, they're not horror stories.
Here's a couple of stories from the con. No, they're not horror stories.
So a mate of mine that I'd come with said, while relatively sober, that he'd been invited to a room party by a couple of male Germans whose fursonas were foxes. Since, apparently, foxes are sluts, we joked that he was going to get lucky. He came back about an hour later, completely fucking drunk. They'd given him some 'German water' (which was apparently some kind of dirty pint involving lots of spirits) and some Jack Daniels to drink while the pair of them... got busy with him. Then he spent the rest of the night insisting he wasn't gay. He still insists he isn't gay.
Also another one of my mates lost his balance and nearly shattered his nose on some stairs. We saw the blood before it was quickly cleaned up and thought someone had gotten into a fight, because we were drunk. Turns out there was, and the stairs won. I took the piss out of him because his nose was all big and red and shiny. He looked like Rudolph.
There was also this French bloke who was fursuiting as a red panda, although he wasn't in the suit at the time. He was hanging around with us, 'borrowing' our drinks, while generally being a pretty cool guy. Of course, since the con was collecting for charity (they raised untold thousands of pounds for it), there were collection tins being taken round everywhere. One of these came to our table. While I was getting my wallet out, I looked over my shoulder to see Mr. Frenchman moving away as fast as he could, looking horrorstruck. He was so French, it was great.
Spent the last extremely drunken evening with some random Dutch dudes. They told me all sorts of great stories, like the time they tried to drink 98% alcohol, which was almost literally paint stripper and left a ring of bare wood on the painted windowsill where they set the bottle down. They got drunk enough that they just sort of lapsed into a slurred mixture of Dutch and English. I was too drunk to care, it made sense to me.
10/10 con, would go again
Also another one of my mates lost his balance and nearly shattered his nose on some stairs. We saw the blood before it was quickly cleaned up and thought someone had gotten into a fight, because we were drunk. Turns out there was, and the stairs won. I took the piss out of him because his nose was all big and red and shiny. He looked like Rudolph.
There was also this French bloke who was fursuiting as a red panda, although he wasn't in the suit at the time. He was hanging around with us, 'borrowing' our drinks, while generally being a pretty cool guy. Of course, since the con was collecting for charity (they raised untold thousands of pounds for it), there were collection tins being taken round everywhere. One of these came to our table. While I was getting my wallet out, I looked over my shoulder to see Mr. Frenchman moving away as fast as he could, looking horrorstruck. He was so French, it was great.
Spent the last extremely drunken evening with some random Dutch dudes. They told me all sorts of great stories, like the time they tried to drink 98% alcohol, which was almost literally paint stripper and left a ring of bare wood on the painted windowsill where they set the bottle down. They got drunk enough that they just sort of lapsed into a slurred mixture of Dutch and English. I was too drunk to care, it made sense to me.
10/10 con, would go again
to one of those parties and find him a wolf with big knockers. Thats sickness. 
