9:12 a.m. - 2007-07-31
yep, officially a geek
I have returned from the Tennessee-Georgia border. Daddy C & I had a surprisingly good time at the con, more aptly referred to as the sci-fi social. There was much drinking and chatting with new friends, and a bit of hanging out with old friends. Tucker and FavAuth were not around very much, to my disappointment. I saw FavAuth's girlfriend even less, to my even greater disappointment. They are going through "interesting times" as FavAuth put it.
Tucker and I had one (relatively brief) private (but observable) conversation. He is also having "interesting times" so I felt compelled to offer hugs & snuggles. Besides, Tucker is a no-strings cuddle--I'd be a fool to pass up such.
Which might be, when we returned to the group, why Someone introduced me as "this is Tucker's girlfriend."
Tucker, who is a bit tired of drama but not quite at the overflow point, reacted with adamant, albeit accurate, denial, "No, not my girlfriend!"
I simply said, calmly and with great understanding of the confusion, "No, I'm not his girlfriend. I'm The Peggey."
Tucker, a bit overwrought for other reasons with The Someone who made the inaccurate introduction, continued in adamant effort to correct the mistake, "This is Peggey! Married Peggey! Happily Married Peggey!"
The Someone then corrected her introduction of me: "Oh. This is Tucker's married girlfriend."
There was laughter and I shook my head. Really, not much I could do at that point. Further denial was pointless. I simply resolved to take advantage of the guy who declared I was to be his "squishy" for the weekend--thereby proving my snuggle slut nature. Given Tucker's reduced presence over the weekend and my almost omnipresence in the party suite area... safe to say my name is known as "Peggey" not "Tucker's Married Girlfriend."
And I spent lots of time in the party suites, drinking and listening and speaking occasionally. I made many new friends, some even local to my town! And I was not the most outrageous flirt there--Saturday night I neglected to plunk myself down on the knee of a man nicknamed "Mongo." Don't let the nickname fool you--he was Mongo's clean-cut, articulate, intelligent, gentlemanly twin. He was also wearing a kilt and a very tight t-shirt. Sigh.... Instead, I plunked my little schoolgirl self (yes, Saturday night I dressed in my "...Baby, One More Time" outfit) on an ottoman vacated by another red-head fem and her... boyfriend? Husband? Brother? Don't really know, I just know that he returned and I offered him his old seat back. Eventually he worked up to having his arm around my waist, thereby making my snuggle-slut self quite happy.
And Daddy C had fun, too. He bought t-shirts and artwork and books. Most books were signed by the end of the weekend. The one I didn't get signed was the book Tucker snagged off the publisher table for me. The book which I refer to as "punishment for Googling Tucker." I haven't decided whether or not to tell FavAuth the tale, or if I should let Tucker tell him. I did tell Tucker about my Google-induced mistake over the phone Saturday night, since he wasn't around.... Some boyfriend he is--hahaahhhh. sigh....
Fun trip, and we've made reservations to return next year. I'd say I can't wait, but I plot to see these people before then even as I type. I've even gotten e-mail from one of them--not Tucker! I like being liked for showing the student side.
