Last night was Lobstercon, which is always fun. Took Modok with me.
I managed to get through the night without gorging myself, which meant that I did not end the evening squatting in the men's room pleading for a merciful death.
Which is good, since we headed out for Karaoke afterwards. It was a birthday event for
Theresa, and quite enjoyable. The venue was loud, and the KJ was, well,
a towering douchebag.
It was there that I stumbled, once again, into Pierre Savoie. He did Informer by Snow.
We didn't get a moment to speak, so I wasn't able to ask if he still hates women, homsexuals, christians, immigrants. I consider that a loss on my part.
I did get on stage to do a song, although by the time we got to our part of the rotation we were planning to leave and had started to dress the part. Cindy got onstage in her "karaoke sweater".
I did Chocolate Salty Balls, and got to enjoy a lovely shot of a black guy's swelled scrotum. Classy.
Edit: For further entertainment, you can look a
Pierre's Facebook group about immigration and environmentalism.