the trick is to keep breathing

safety_caesars and I are tossing around the idea of going into cosplay photography together. For any of you who doubt, we're both experienced photographers; I've shot portraits and weddings and have the equipment (and the minor) (and the darkroom and enlarger) to prove it (my photography peen stays hidden, but it is there), and Becky is much the same. We work pretty well as a team and I think it would be awesome to have two people shooting portraits/scenes -- double the photos in the same amount of time, someone to hold equipment for the other when needed, PLUS two different styles so there's something for everyone. We'd even stay (mostly) sober!

We'd like to start off small, because we still want to con and cosplay, instead of suddenly filling our time with 1,000 ridiculous photo shoots. But I know a lot of you plan cosplays, even little silly ones, so I'm just throwing it out there.

(PS: It would totally get us to come to more cons (ACEN?) just fyi.)

Friday: Late-night drive to Columbus (seriously... I'm talking 1am)

Friday night: Up all night in a terrified curled-up ball in the corner of the couch because I am afraid of Drakon's vicious baby-eating wolf hybrids (read: dogs fall over on floor to be petted when you look at them)

Saturday morning: Leave house with thermos full of two pots of coffee, which is promptly stored between my legs for the drive to B-Town. Meet greatest Wendy's employee ever and discuss fandom, drama, fanfiction, and being forever students. Definitely drink two pots of coffee. Pee every ten minutes. Meticulously tag everything we discuss. There is a zombie on your lawn.

Saturday afternoon: Arrival in Cendriville. Cendri dances for us in dress and ladybug slippers. Take video. Attend wedding at which Harry Potter is a groomsman. Head off to reception and meet awesome old people for dinner. Wait expectantly for groom's family to provide liquor license.

Saturday evening: Sev is the goddamned Batman (of makeup). Pa Cendri offers to be DD. He is awesome and I am proud to be his m-preg spawn. Score excellent Greek food. Have tasty local brew. Follow the sound of techno to a club at which we dance like we are not as old as we are. Are supplied with delicious candy-tasting Long Islands, which we then transfer to Taco Bell cups and take home. Sleepy cuddle-times passing out in awesome waterbed. Next morning transfer to Squishy Bed, which eats me. There is still a zombie on your lawn.

Sunday morning: Ma Cendri feeds us deliciousness; it is awesome. Wander B-Town. Pet three cats (yay!). Purchase copious amounts of music. Eat more delicious food.

Sunday afternoon: Listen to world's greatest CD ever in the car while writing ~5,000 words of plot outline for the most epic FF8 fic possible. Eat burgers.

Sunday night: Finally arrive home and pass the fuck out.

My penis is a divining rod, and you are the water.