Final Fantasm: The Review
Part Three
Or "It's like Huntsville... in Atlanta... only Better."

3/18/2005


     AH! Saturday at Fantasm! How I adore thee! Finally having broken out of indentured servitude, it's time for me to start acting like a real person.... to ditch the cartoon persona, "WesWilson", and become one of the gang... catch up with the people you haven't seen for a year.. spend time bonding with good friends who you only see a few times a year... Live life, love, and laugh...

     At least that's the way it's SUPPOSED to go.

     In reality, it's spent being wiped out from two days of work and party. It's spent close to people who make you feel the most relaxed, instead of the people who will challenge and intrigue you. It's spent retreating from the big-huge crowds and chatting with your friend about the fun things you've done over the past few days. So essentially, I ended up hanging around with Huntsville people more than anything. We all got dressed in our suite, listened to music, gave each other fashion advice, and cackled at Jeffy's bikini. Wes in the cheerleader outfit didn't warrent a picture OR any comments... so we'll just leave that dead idea to rot.
     BUT! Wendy and I did spend the afternoon going to panels on hypnotism and David Fonteneau's stage hypnosis show. I've always been a pretty deep skeptic about hypnotism, but I have to say, the idea of doing some subconscious reprogramming on myself is starting to sound pretty appealing. We'll see how this little whim will work out in the long run, but for now the shows were entertaining an enlightening. And it's always a good time to see someone lose track of how many fingers they have.

"What are you going to do with that extra finger?"
"I'm not sure yet!"

     Teresa couldn't make it to Fantasm this year, so some people brought Flat T to get some love from her friends. There isn't a year that goes by where I don't grope on T in some form or fashion, so I figured Flat T shouldn't be denied the pleasure of my administrations.

     While she lacked personality and the ability to make me laugh out loud, Flat T did end up staying out really late at night and even crashed in the room with a gaggle of lesbians for a torrid night of cardboard romance. Teresa has notoriously gone to bed way too early at these events, and it was about time I didn't have to sneak into her room after dark to give her some love.

     Plus... ummm... I could fondle her without mercy and my girlfriend thought it was cute.

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That night, it was time to raise the roofbeams... and it started by surrounding ourselves with a batch of hot-to-trot females...


And... umm... a few hot-to-trot faux-females.


Jen and Jon get the Best Dressed Couple award... SMOOOOVE!


Dwayne tries his aquatic amore techniques on the local fauna.

PARTY BATTLES!


First stop, The Infirmary!
Follow the colored tape to fix your ailment. I went straight to the bar.


I really should have taken advantage of the massage... but I couldn't ever get away from the Bar!


At the time, I pondered how the whipped cream went with the massage bug... but I found those answers later..


Jen in thigh-highs and a corset....
I know I shouldn't drool on my friend's girlfriends... but it was inevitable.


I think they had better smiles the first few times I tried this picture and the flash didn't hit.


Regimental Witch Doctor?


Hooray for running into old Renaissance Festival friends of Wendy's!

Off to Farshad's!


Smooth AND Rich....


Rich... but not smooth...

Sweet, sweet pollen... how I crave thee.
Pam craves nothing here... nothing at all.


Banana Eating Contest! I actually expected a competition to se how many they could suck down.


Wet Boxer competition! I opted out.. :)


Dwayne gives Flat T some love, too!


Sabrina was there! and I got to hang with some Pammy Love!

Together with Dwayne, Burt and Jeffy, I have the drag trifectaQuadella? of friends!


OH! So THAT'S where that whipped cream came in!


Fritz won Mr. Fantasm... and used his royalty to cop a feel.
Wait... he didn't need any royalty.


I promise there are no high school fixations festering here...


Sasha interrogates the hapless Jeffy...


Then Laura mauls him... good girl.
Burt's getting the good shot... heh

     The next day was hangover central. Most of my friends got ZERO sleep, and we had tons of clean-up to handle in the morning since we had all hosted parties and moved furniture.

Thanks Jon!


Bright light... blech...

No really... blech

Thanks to hugme for these fabulous pictures...

 

We sent off Fantasm with a bang... and I've taken too long getting this review done, so I'm cutting it short. We'll see you at DragonCon and Frolicon!

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