Okay, okay, I know I'm just about a week late with this thing, but I've been sick and working a new job - not always a good combination, but what can I say? Lash me with a few wet noodles if it makes you feel better. ;)

Here begins my fourth and final report for Con Fest 2003. Yeah, I can't believe it's over either. Feels like I just started!! Never fear though, I will have more reports for 2004 (if my husband and my wallet can survive yet another year of wackiness).

So where to begin - I always have to start my reports off like that, makes it sound like I had so much going on I'm just at a loss as how to begin. Nevertheless, I'm afraid I just may disappoint all of you out there with this one. However, that being said, I will try my best to maintain the level of fun and excitement that you've all come to expect from these reports.

Thursday, July 17th...
Five of us (Bittn, SpikeGirl02, Alane, Nimue and myself) arrived at the airport in Tampa and found our way to the shuttle. As we stepped out into the waiting area, we were greeted with the lovely Tampa heat and humidity. Ugh! It felt like stepping outside into bath water! Despite the heat, there was an air of excitement and anticipation. Even though most of us had met all of the BtVS stars before, we were more excited about seeing long time online friends that we hadn't met before in person. The weekend had potential and promise!

We arrived at the hotel to find out that two more of our group (Karen and Theresa) had already arrived. While the others tried to get rooms, I grabbed my luggage and headed upstairs to meet Karen. I was so glad to finally be able to hug the person that I'd had so many online and phone conversations with in the last year.

Once we got to our rooms and settled in, we waited for the others to arrive - Jennette, Crystal and her husband, Dave. Later in the afternoon we met Fernando (Joe Motes' partner in Vulkon) down in the lobby to figure out where we were going for dinner. It was decided that the Asian Buffet would be a good place to take a party of our size, plus it was just a short drive on the shuttle. At about 7 PM, we all piled into the van and headed to dinner. Along with our group, we met up with Diz, Paul, Isabelle and Carlos...all Vulkon Staff. The food was amazing!! If you ever find yourself in Tampa, make sure you check out this place! They had all types of Sushi, filet mignon, chicken stir fry, you name it - they pretty much had it! And let's not forget the two for one drink specials! After dinner we went back to the hotel and had a small party where we got to know Diz (the master of ceremonies and one hell of a funny guy) and Fernando better. They are extremely nice guys - and single! ;) Oh...and for any of you who decide to purchase shooters at a liquor store...I strongly advise against it. They either smell like paint thinner or nail polish remover and taste about as good. Ick!

Friday, July 18th...
Once my hangover subsided, I went downstairs to register and buy a few photos for the guests to sign. While I was down there, I commiserated with Carlos and Isabelle about how much we will NEVER EVER drink again. Well, Isabelle and I made that pact, Carlos was a very good boy and didn't drink much so he was just fine - more than we could say for Diz who apparently was still somewhere in his hotel room. Tsk, tsk!!

After registering, I trudged my way back to the room, showered and tried to at least make myself look presentable so that I could go down to the ballroom at 7 to see James Leary's Stunt C*cks as well as Joss Whedon's Firefly Bloopers. However, they couldn't show Leary's mockumetary because he hadn't arrived at the hotel yet. Leary was among the missing! Hmmm...this sounds strangely familiar, like MR familiar. "Has anyone seen Leary????". I was disappointed because I really wanted to see the short flick again - despite the ewwww and ick factor that comes along with it. So, wet hair and all, I went back upstairs to get ready for the cocktail party.

We arrived at the cocktail party about half an hour after the start and it was already in full swing...minus two VIP guests! Leary (surprise) and Iyari Limon. Unfortunately, both were on the same flight which was now stuck at the Tampa airport due to lightening. They sat on the runway for at least 3 hours - I believe that's what Fernando had told me at one point. Can you imagine sitting in a plane that long with nothing to do and that close to the terminal???? Gah! I'd go nuts! Anyway, I wandered around the room, eating cheese (because that's all the food that was left - along with fruit) and listened to Robin Atkins Downe who was having a sing along at the piano. The man really knows how to tickle the ivories! After a while, I spotted Mercedes McNab. Yep, she's just as tiny and cute in person as she is on the show. I didn't have a chance to chat with her because I was starting to crave more food than was available plus JM came in and was holding court. You couldn't get close to the man. There was no rhyme nor reason to how it was handled, unfortunately. The same few people crowded around him and monopolized his time for more than an hour. Finally, Paul guided him to a back table where we rotated in and out of the seats so we could chat with him. That went a little better. When he sat down, Mercedes came over, sat on his lap and gave him a big hug. This was a little amazing since it's well known that the two don't get along. A chair was then pulled up next to James for her to sit in and she sat there for about 15 minutes until it was time for everyone to rotate. Eventually, I made my way to the table but didn't say much. I just sort of listened to his political views - he and I do NOT see eye to eye so I sort of glazed over for a while. After my turn was up, we went back to the room to get ready for the dance - which we didn't stay at long because by that point I was FAMISHED! Amazing what happens once a hangover goes away. Instead of going back to the dance, we went to the bar and ordered food, then went back upstairs and ate...and ate...and ate. Oh, did I mention I was hungry????

Saturday, July 19th...
Before I begin with Saturday, I would like to make a shout out to the mother/daughter duo who drove all the way from Chicago to attend the con - car troubles and all. I met them at Cashback Weekend - it was their first con and mom swore it would be their last but I told them not to let Cashback influence them in any way. I made them promise that if they got a chance to go to a Vulkon Buffy con that they would, and they did!! YAY!!!! I ran into them at the cocktail party and told them how glad I was to see them. They had managed to buy tickets from someone who was selling them on a board...front row, including cocktail and banquet tickets. Good for them. It was well worth their trip.

Okay...now that I've done my little shout out, I'll begin again. :)

My morning began with a sore throat. "Ha!" I said. "It's not a cold but merely my allergies acting up." So I took a Claritin and SpikeGirl and I headed down to try to get breakfast before the Q&A's started. However, trying to get breakfast at the hotel restaurant was like trying to find a polar bear in the snow during a blizzard - it wasn't happening. By the time we finally got our food, finished eating and paid for the check, we had missed Robin's Q&A. No big loss, but when we finally took our seats, we had missed most of Leary's Stunt C*cks. That was a little disappointing. Although, watching Diz's reactions to the film were funnier than watching the film itself - and that's saying a lot because the flick is absolutely hilarious!! Anyway, Leary was his usual charming self and talked about what parts he DOESN'T have coming up. He also asked that if we want to see Clem again, that we get out there and let Joss know. So go! What are you waiting for? You want to see Clem on AtS, right???? Of course you do!! So get to it! Let's bring our little loose skinned demon back to the Buffyverse!

Once Leary left stage, Iyari Limon came on and talked about playing Kennedy. Nothing really new to report there but she's just as sweet as ever. Then came Mercedes McNab. From what I understand, this was her first US con. She seemed a little nervous and unsure about what to say. The audience was kind and asked her several questions about her dog - she brought him along in a little bag. Cutest little thing. She talked about how excited she was to come back to AtS and said that there was potential to be on for the whole season. Hmmmm...not sure if I'm liking that part but I guess I have no say in it. I really wish Joss would discuss these kinds of moves with me! I mean, really! Humph.

Anyway, after Mercedes, JM came out in a red t-shirt with his hair slicked back. It's gotten quite long with a lot of dark roots. I'm sure that by now he's back to his bleached blond locks since filming began last week. He talked about his movie that he'll begin filming in September - he will shoot all of his Spike scenes BEFORE he leaves to do the movie so that it will look like he never left. Good thing. Less Spike would have been bad. At one point a woman got up to ask her question - "If I give you my fic, will you read it?" JM said that he had to be honest, that he doesn't read because he uses his time for other things. Well...wasn't that just great. There I am, sitting with my gift - a bound copy of the Reset Series, courtesy of our little eeyore, thinking that I was now going to give him something that would be thrown in the trash. Had eeyore not done such a fabulous job and had it not looked so spectacular, I wouldn't have even considered giving it to him. Oh well, I decided, too bad...what's done is done and eeyore spent way too much time on it to not give it to him.

So, now I'm in the autograph line waiting to give my gift to JM but first I must hand my photo to Mercedes to have her sign it. As guests go, she is one of the dullest. I don't mean to offend or anything, she just didn't have much of a personality. She didn't chat with anyone in the autograph line. She just signed the pic and then moved on...no thank you for coming or anything. Maybe I just expect too much...but at least Christopher Golden said thanks. Geez. Finally it was my turn to see JM. I gave my pic to the handler, it was an 8x10 group shot of me, SpikeGirl02, LittlePhillyGirl, Melissa and him from MR's VIP dance. The handler started raving about how nice he looked with his hair that way (dark roots and no hair gel...soft curls) and what a nice picture it was. JM's cheeks turned a little pink as the woman went on about how gorgeous his natural hair color was. As the picture was placed in front of him, he looked at it for a second and then looked up, shook my hand and said, "Hi, nice to see you again." I really doubt that JM remembers me from the next fan but he played nice and signed the picture. We spoke for a few moments about stuff and then I handed him my bound fic. Well...handed isn't quite the word I'd use - more like plopped it in front of him.

Brat: "Here. This is for you." (insert plopping sound here)
JM: "Oh! What's this? This is *really* nice."
Brat: "My fic."
JM: "Really? Wow! This is gorgeous." (thumbing through the pages)
Brat: (indignant) "I know you said you wouldn't read it but I decided to give it to you anyway because a friend of mine spent so much time binding it."
JM: "Are you serious? This is amazing. I might have to make an exception."
Brat: (insert rolling of the eyes) "No need to patronize me, James. You've already said you won't read anything anyone gives you."
JM: (staring wide eyed) "Uh...no, seriously. I might have to make an exception. Really."
Brat: Sure, you do that James.

After that, I turned and left, leaving a wide-eyed and bewildered James Marsters in my wake. However, I didn't make it too far because Karen needed me to translate for her. She was next to me in the autograph line because I had traded badges to sit next to her. She handed him a beautiful copy of the BAPS proclamation to sign that Alane had presented to James in Chicago - she had been the designer so she wanted to get him to sign her work. James looked at it, I'm not sure if he was confused or just constipated, but he didn't say anything. Being me, I chimed in with..."It's what we gave you in Chicago." He tilted his head and studied it some more. After a few moments, he signed it. Karen let him know that the back contained the names of everyone from BAPS who participated in the proclamation and if he wanted to see what he couldn't on the original he should turn it over. He did. Looked it over. Handed it back to her. She handed him a gift, said this is for you. He took it. We left. End of story. Guess you had to be there. ;)

So now that I was done with the autograph line and had all this time to kill until the banquet, I headed over to the smaller autograph room that was home to James Leary, Iyari Limon and Robin Atkins Downe. I decided I'd finally break down and buy both a Robin and Iyari autograph for my scrapbook. I figured, why not, right? First I stood in Iyari's line and had her sign a picture of Kennedy and Willow sitting on the couch in Buffy's livingroom, making out. We talked for a few minutes and then I moved on to Robin who is just one really strange guy. After Robin I moved on to Leary. Ah yes, the infamous James Leary. Yes, he still remembers who I am...amazingly enough. I guess he hasn't killed those brain cells yet. I stood in his line (which was much longer than the line he had at Cleveland) not to get an autograph but to buy a copy of Stunt C*cks on dvd. Unfortunately, he ran out of dvds so I gave him the money, signed the list and made him promise that he wouldn't just take the money and run as I'm sure he would - he has shifty, beady eyes you know and plays poker with kittens. Oh, wait, that's Clem...nevermind. ;)

Okay...let's skip ahead a few hours and get to the banquet, okay? Otherwise I'll just be telling you about my chats with Fernando and me hanging out with some of our group...really, really dull stuff. SpikeGirl, Karen, Bittn and I headed down to the banquet a little late - five women in one hotel room is not conducive to being ready on time. Luckily, we found seats together at table a high numbered table. Maybe it was 19...can't remember. Doesn't matter. If they had called us by table, we would have been waiting a LONG time to eat. About ten minutes after we arrived, Fernando showed up with JM and to our delight, he was seated at the table sort of to our left and front. Anyway, our table number was called because we were quiet (they had originally started calling out table numbers of the rowdiest tables) and we trudged up to the buffet line. As I was about to step into line, Fernando and JM walked in front of me. I stood there, rooted to the spot, questions running through my mind. Should I get in line behind him or should I go in the other line (the line moved on both sides of the buffet table)? Should I give him some space to let the poor man get his food? What should I do?? Bittn then leaned over and whispered in my ear..."Go on. Get up there."

Hesitantly I strolled up behind JM, plate in hand and started getting my salad once he finished with his. Now, for as bright as the man is, please note, he is an air head! Firstly, he recognized me from the autograph line. I could see the recognition kick in...not sure if was an "OMG that girl again!" or "Oh, that's the girl that chastised me about her fic". Either way, didn't matter, he knew who I was. He looked at me, puts his hand on my back and said, "Excuse me, I'm gonna just slide in behind you here and get into line over there." I looked at him like he'd grown a second head, not exactly sure what he was talking about. Then I understood. He didn't realize that the line was one BOTH sides of the table so I say, "James, the line moves both ways." He looked at me with a sort of odd look, like I spoke some language he didn't understand. I rolled my eyes and continued to put lettuce on my plate. Finally, Fernando came over and told him that he could stay where he was because the line moved on both sides. Ahhh! Understanding dawns. Again I rolled my eyes at him as he sheepishly got back in line in front of me...at least he tried to give me a cute smile.

Brat: "Geez. I told you the line moved both ways."
JM: (grinning) "Sorry, I didn't realize."
Brat: (dramatic sigh) "I suppose I'll forgive you...this time."
JM: (still grinning) "As transgressions go, I guess that *is* a small one."
Brat: "I suppose."
(insert giggling by both me and him as we move down the buffet line)
Brat: "Hey, I don't see any vegetables on that plate, mister."
JM: "Me and veggies don't interact much."
Brat: "Oh? And why's that?"
JM: (this is not verbatim because I was too busy yelling at myself for talking to him about his lack of vegetables) "I drink whey juice instead."
Brat: (scrunching up nose) "Ewwwwww!"
JM: (again not verbatim) "Yeah, ew exactly. I drink about 2 pounds of that stuff everyday. Easier for me to get my veggies that way."
Brat: (still making the ick face) "I see. Well...I guess that's good." (rolling eyes at myself as I put carrots on my plate)
JM: "You've got veggies on your plate. Good girl. Do you think these are potatoes?"
Brat: "I'm not sure. I think I'm gonna stick with the dead cow over there" (pointing at the roast beef)
JM: "Yeah, dead cow sounds good." (heaps meat onto his plate and then turns back to me) "See ya. Thanks for keeping me company in line."
Brat: "Yeah. See ya later."

I walked back to my seat, sat down and buried my face in my hands. Of course everyone wanted to know what JM and I talked about since we looked so animated in line. What was I to say? I stood where a lot of other girls would have killed to stand and what did I talk to JM about??? Vegetables...and the lack there of on his plate. Good God!!!!! I'm not even a mom!!!!!!! Oh well. At least he thanked me for keeping him company. Me, I probably would have run off screaming, telling Fernando to get rid of the wacky vegetable girl over at table 19 or whatever table number I sat at.

Don't I just have the best stories? You should see me rolling my eyes at myself right now. Just shoot me, stuff me and mount me. I'm done. And yes, that last bit was a wave at Esme. :)

The rest of the evening consisted of JM and the other guests staying at their tables and not mingling. That sorta sucked because it's not like you want to go up to their table while their eating (or not) and go..."Hey, can I have a picture with you?" It just isn't right. However, we were entertained by the TV theme song sing off. I'm not sure who started it, Robin or Leary, but it was hilarious!!!!!! Diz, who sat at Mercedes table, lead the way and totally kicked Leary's butt...especially after Robin and his table banded together with them. It was really sad but incredibly funny. Nothing like having TV stars sing bad theme songs (and other songs as well) off key while you're finishing dinner. It was fun though.

After the banquet, SpikeGirl and I headed back to the room to change before the karaoke contest and dance. By this point, my cold was fully raging and I was miserable beyond belief. Once we changed into sensible attire, we went back to the ballroom and found seats near the back of the room. We really couldn't see too much but I didn't mind - me and my tissues were becoming really well acquainted and once I ran out of mine, the bathroom and I became buddies. Thank goodness the hotel was nice enough to have Puffs in the ladies room. I also think I bought all the cough drops the gift shop stocked. It was awful. Anyway, we sat through the first few contestants and my mind fuzzed over. Not because they were bad, but again, the cold was taking it's toll. Then this couple was called to the stage. The man was dressed in his pajamas. Now, I'm sitting there thinking, what the heck is this guy on and can I have some because it HAS to be better than this cold. As if his jammies weren't enough, the woman takes off her robe to reveal her underwear. It was very tasteful so get your minds out of the gutter!!! They were dressed like Anya and Xander were for their song in "Once More With Feeling". I looked over at SpikeGirl and started giggling. I figured we were in for a real treat. Cue the music for "I'll Never Tell". The next thing I know, they're performing the song AND acting out the moves. It was incredible!!!!! They really had the audience cheering them along and when they finished, they received a standing ovation. I figured they would win hands down, no matter who else did what. Well, I shouldn't have thought that because not too long after them, there were two girls who did a bang up job on their song. Oh...and one woman did a rendition of "Amazing Grace", just for Andy. It was really well done!! Finally, it was time for the results. Apparently the judges had a tough time picking the winner - there was a lot of snarkiness between Andy, Robin and Leary, all in good fun of course. So after much debate and grouching, Diz announced the first place winner - the couple who did "I'll Never Tell"! We all cheered and gave them a standing ovation once again. YAY!!! I love it when I'm right. ;)

Once the contest was over, we all pretty much figured that Andy was going to sing for us. He was supposed to have done so in Cleveland but somehow got out of it, same held true for this night. He was kind enough, however, to pose for some pictures before Fernando whisked him away to his room. We were told that he, Leary, Robin and Iyari would be attending the dance which was immediately following the contest. It took them a few minutes to convert to a dance area. I wasn't too sure about staying for the dance because my head felt like it was going to explode then I decided that a few minutes wouldn't hurt. At least that way I could get some good candids of the guests dancing and whatnot. After about 20 minutes, the dance started and SpikeGirl and I found seats AWAY from the speakers. My ears weren't clogged at this point but would be by the end of the night. Head colds are THE worst.

We watched Diz do his DJ thing for a while but then decided that since the guests weren't showing up, there was no reason for us to stay. I headed out of the ballroom to go back to our room and ran smack dab into the middle of a crowd in the lobby. They were listening to Andy and Robin do an impromptu duet on the piano. Robin played while Andy sang. It was very cool! After a while, it became a sing-a-long with Andy and I went up to the balcony to snap pictures (I'm much too short to see anything from ground level, especially behind lots of people). They did a few Elton John songs and a Billy Joel song as well as some others. I can't remember which ones since there wasn't enough energy for my brain to process anything other than "take picture now". Eventually, Andy left and went to the bar while Robin and the crowd continued to sing. Leary was also present, chatting in the lobby with fans. He was very well behaved at this con. I guess he learned how to hold his liquor - either that or he just didn't drink as much this time. :)

After a few pictures with Fernando and friends, I decided that it was time to head to bed. My body'd had enough.

Sunday, July 20th...
Morning dawned and SpikeGirl, Crystal, Dave and I decided to head to the restaurant for breakfast. We got there at 10:30 in the morning and were told that they were closed. Who in their right mind closes on a Sunday during breakfast???? We were a little miffed to say the least. Instead, we decided to go back to Dave and Crystal's room and order room service. The food didn't arrive until 11:15 and the Q&A's started at 11:30 because JM had to be out of the hotel by 5:30 to catch his flight. I really wasn't all that upset about missing Iyari, Robin and Leary's Q&A (they were together because of the time schedule) so I ate my brunch slowly and tried to enjoy it, even though I couldn't taste a darn thing. At about noon, we decided we should head down because Andy was supposed to come on around 12:30.

We got to our seats in time for the last fifteen minutes of the first Q&A and Leary was his usual charming self. I almost regretted not being there for the whole thing. He's such a goof. But soon Andy made me forget all about the others. He came on stage and transported us away to Andyland. One woman asked if he had ever dressed in drag or considered dressing in drag (his answer was no but that he had a lot of friends who did and that he cooked dinner for them every Sunday night) so for the rest of the hour, the jokes always came back to him being a drag queen. I would dearly love to see Andy do an adult only Q&A that lasts more than an hour. He is just so darn funny and has the best stories!! He even got out his cell phone, dialed his parents' number (he got the machine) and had us sing happy birthday to his mom. It was the coolest thing!! He told us that his dad had forgotten his mom's birthday so he wanted to make his mom feel good. What a sweet son! As always, Andy's hour was far too short but we enjoyed every single minute. Please, if you ever get a chance to go to a con where Andy is a guest, you MUST go. Don't even think twice, just pay for the ticket and hop on the plane.

After Andy, JM took stage for his Q&A. Not much new from the day the before. Actually, I can't really remember a whole lot because my cold medication was wearing off and I was dying. Or maybe it was because I took more medication and I was in left field. Either way, doesn't matter...I was toast. I remember him talking about going to Angel and some stuff about his movie, but that's about it. I do remember he made eye contact with me - I was in the 5th row right on the aisle - and I got a little smile. Too bad I was too miserable to enjoy it. Oh! He mentioned his son! He's becoming quite brave with the personal items, first he mentioned being 40 at Chicago, then he talked about his ex-wife at MR and this time he mentioned the fact that he has a 7 year old son. I was impressed. See, I DID remember something. :)

Once JM finished, it was time for the autograph line. They asked us to please have everything out that we wanted them to sign and any gifts we might have as well...it was supposed to make the line move faster. I suppose it did. Again, time was nothing to me. I just remember thinking how good the bed would feel once I was finished. Andy and JM were signing in the same room, same set up as the previous day when Mercedes and JM signed. I handed Andy my item and he called me sweetness and thanked me for coming. He also commented that I was either hung over or extremely tired. I smiled and told him that I had caught a cold and if he was interested, I could share. He didn't seem to thrilled with the idea so I moved on and waited for my turn with JM.

Fernando sat with JM to keep the line moving, giving menacing looks if he thought you were taking a moment too long. It was kinda funny...to me anyway, but I think anything would have amused me at that point. Let's recap this quick...Saturday night at the banquet I reprimanded JM for not having veggies on his plate and on Sunday in the autograph line I gave him "homework" from eeyore. I think it's safe to say that JM won't soon forget me. Is that a good thing? I'm not sure. I didn't have much of a conversation with JM this time, other than to say that what I was giving him was "homework" from a friend who couldn't make it. Of course, I tried to explain, without a voice, that eeyore wanted him to read an excerpt from "Catch 22". He sort of gave me a strange look and I shrugged my shoulders. If I'd had any energy, I think I would have been just as snarky as the day before. I think he was expecting me to and was a bit disappointed when I didn't give him a hard time. It would have taken far more energy than I had available.

When I finished thanking James for coming to the con, I immediately went up to the room and passed out. I think that was at 3 or so. Around 5:45, I woke up and decided to go downstairs to see what everyone was up to. Crystal, Dave and SpikeGirl were in row X and I wanted to see if they had made it through the line before JM left. I got downstairs and started to make my way towards the ballroom when I encountered chaos and mayhem. I was still very groggy and didn't understand what was going on. I turned to a woman next to me and asked what was going on. I hated to think I had missed something good! She told me that JM was walking the line, signing for the later rows that hadn't been called. So I'm standing there, brain fuzzy and confused. I understood what she said but it just didn't register. Next thing I know, JM's in front of me and I'm telling him to have a good flight. Could I get any more spastic??? First I talk to him about veggies and now I'm telling him to have a good flight. Shoot me now. Finally, the chaos subsided and JM was whisked away to the airport. I finally found everyone...they were back in line to get their stuff signed by Andy who had changed his flight to the next day so that everyone would get an autograph from him. Again, a very nice, fan conscious man. It was refreshing to see a star doing something like that. I understand why JM didn't change his flight, he had to get home to practice with GotR because they had a gig the next night at the House of Blues in L.A. Sometimes these things can't be helped but when a star changes his plans to do good by his fans, that's really neat to see.

The rest of the evening was spent hanging out in Dave and Crystal's room, going to the Vulkon meeting and hanging out with Diz and Carlos before they left for home. On Monday we had a late flight home (AirTran only has 2 direct flights in and out of Tampa to Baltimore a day - go figure) so we had time to kill. We mostly hung out in the hotel lobby talking to other late departing fans. I bought afrin so that I could have a somewhat clear head to fly home (didn't help! grrrrrrrr!) and I tried to nap...that didn't happen either. At one point Fernando and Paul came back with Iyari from wherever they had been and were hanging out in the lobby. I went over to talk to Fernando to say goodbye but wound up chatting with Iyari for about half an hour. We gossiped about cons and talked about cell phones (we have the same type of phone). She's really nice and extremely down to earth. If you ever get a chance to have a conversation with her, you'll see she's nothing like her character, Kennedy.

All in all, it was a pretty interesting Monday afternoon and an all around great con!! I got to see old friends, meet new ones and have a blast at a gathering of people who were all there for the same purpose - worshipping one of the greatest shows to ever hit the airwaves.

Well guys and gals, that's pretty much it. This is PSUbrat, signing off, until next con season. :)

Brat :)