Suzanna Danna

Weetacon was the weekend of the 4-6th of March and LO, IT WAS THE AWESOME. I am going to go out on a limb and give you guys a chance to look at the schedule, or just click on the link, go look. Now. No seriously, I’ll wait.

It was the 7th year for the mini-con so the theme (of course) was the 7 Deadly Sins. The programs were double sided with the saintly side and the sinner's side. We had contests to win bracelets with each of the seven sins and apparently I do NOT know the meaning of the word SLOTH as I was trying too hard to win one of those bracelets.

We had a bake sale and so much fine goodness from a Gracie Designs trunk show that I left with half of the stuff off of her sale table. (LOOOOOOOOOOOVE HER!)

We outdid ourselves this year and pre-con we busted out shirts, cookbooks, totes, the calendar sale all before hand that we raised a record high in dollars for Paul's Pantry.

We had dancing, we had a charity raffle, we had a sleigh ride, and we had a dinners and cheese, and high maintenance hamburgers. We had hugging and laughter and St. Brendan’s Bloody Marys (FOOD GROUP MOTHERFUCKER!*).
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FOOD GROUP!

We had karaoke, winery finery, a bus tour and the most awesomest video in the whole history of ever.

I give you Dave.

We had “The Men of Weetacon” calendars and I would just like to say, “DAMN.” When we said “BRING IT!” you said, “OH, it’s already been broughten!”

I saw the most awesome couple** absolutely SLAM the shit out of the song “Tribute” by Tenacious D. If you don’t know how freaking awesome that is. Here. Look.

**Awesome Couple

Tribute: (Sorry for the ads… but it was the only place I could get the imbedded good stuff. PS, Suck it. I mean, I love you.)

We had a fashion show and Weetabix was OPRAH! I swear, she was like “FOR YOU AND FOR YOU AND FOR YOU! AND FOR YOU!!! FOR ALL OF YOU!!!!!” And we all squeed and cried and maybe tinkled in our panties a little. We will also have a fashion show run down on this little page and YOU WILL GET A CHANCE TO WIN! It’ll be like SD.NET and Weetabix and OPRAH had a baby. And by a baby, I mean a very generous gift certificate… and YOU can start leaving comments all over the place like unicorn glitter for a chance to win. Watch this site and This Site RightC’here for said chance.

We had Rock Band and Bad Bar debauchery, we had Tarts and Vicars, dancing on bars*** and in booths and inappropriate grabbiness (not by us) and pantscakes. We had the devil with a “Push Here for Service” sticker on his zipper and his bride with a matching sticker between her glorious boobs.

***Yes, I danced on the freaking bad bar in THESE boots.

We had smoking (in the SMOKE SHACK BABY!) and secret telling and I swear, one of these days I am going to up and freaking move to Green Bay. It gets harder and harder to leave. Regardless of what time of the year I am there. March, September, July… it doesn’t matter. It’s gorgeous, and I love the people.

The Post-Weetacon Blues hit early this year. Normally it hits a day or two after I get home, but no, y’all. They started waiting for the 2nd leg of my trip home when I was in Chicago at O’Hare International Airport (it’s got planes). I don’t know how many times I can go and leave again.

To my tribe, I love you.