Might as well point this out. The Manchester mini-furmeet of 9-10th of June 2-0-7. So here's a little furmeet report! Typed out last Sunday following the meets end.
The last 36 hours have been non-stop furriness. Also known as heaven to some people. To just completely disown humanity for a weekend and become one with the animal. And to part with a bit of cash in the process.
Saturday, 7:55amI woke up, for once, fresh as a daisy with a slight problem with staying awake. Cue for a warm shower, shirt, jeans and a sausage roll for breakfast before dashing out of the house at 9:20 (after some compulsive email checking and messaging.)
9:30amGot on the bus... free. Sometimes having a bus pass can be bloody helpful.
10:10amArrived at Picadilly Gardens (aka, the bus station) where I promptly strode up to the train station. Sure there was a ton of time until the official start, but who cares? Arrived there at 10:15, where I bought the usual .net Magazine and a litre of Fanta orange. I wandered round aimlessly for another few minutes before spotting Lycan and - following where he was headed - found a Greskil and Krin waiting. Goten and Mikepaws arrived soon after. And Link/Whitewolf soon after that.
12:00pmCurrently present are myself, Lycan, Greskil, Krin, Whitewolf, Goten, Cerebus, Wolfybabe, Mikepaws and... some guys I've never seen before. We headed down to Picadilly Gardens, it was too hot to stay in a stuffy underground gay bar. We lounged around the gardens for a while, a few going off to the bar early. And the remainder lazing around in the shade. Foxxtail showed up, about an hour late. We headed off to the bar a bit afterwards.
Some time I can't rememberGoten got his birthday prezzies. And we sat around drinking and talking (not alcohol for me, tastes horrible). Goten wandered off for a couple of hours and came back with obscure yet tasty Chinese candies. Miles also showed up in this time, and we all got scared by someone who said he was German AND Ukrainian, couldn't speak proper English and was strongly into BDSM. I also stole Foxxtail's paws, and had them on for a very long time afterwards.
4:45pmFursuit walk! Goten in his raccoon, Krin as a werewolf with a damn scary mask, Greskil as a musketeer wuff and Cerebus as his weird orange and blue dog thing. A walk through Picadilly Gardens and down Manchester's main street, Market Street. We stopped at the bottom and did a little show. I and Foxxtail leading the parade of furs. Lycan filming, and Whitewolf and Mikepaws leading the behind. We got many hugs, even I got one off some teenage girl! And all I had on was a couple of paws and a stupidly large musketeer hat! (It kept falling off Greskil.) Fun was had extremely; and we deemed it the most successful fursuit walk we ever had - even though people were sweating so much you could see the plastic eyes steaming up. It was 24 degrees Celsius!
5:45pmA whole hour of fursuiting in boiling heat. Wow. Time for foods anyway! KFC, McDonald's and Pizza Hut all round!
I can't really remember that much from here. But Goten, Whitewolf and Mikepaws all had to leave; Greskil and Lycan had a hotel; and Foxxtail and Krin were staying the night at MY HOUSE! They were fed, interrogated by the parentage, and we all settled down in front of Paramount Comedy and Jasper Carrott. I fell asleep sometime after midnight.
Sunday, 6:30amKrin's alarm goes off and wakes me and him up. I look evilly, he fumbles and turns it off. We return to sleep.
9:00amI wake up, see time and panic a bit. The bus is in an hour and a half and Foxxtail and Krin are fast asleep (unusual, Krin being an insomniac.) Insert into here a large breakfast, me breaking Foxx's sunglasses (using the power of foot!) and we fixed his paws in return. I still wore them though! We also ended up agreeing that we would be getting a lift to Manchester, so no need for a bus!
11:00amWe arrive early, hang around a bit and wait in Picadilly Station. We eventually meet Greskil and Lycan at the doors and discuss the day's events. We go to Picadilly Gardens and lounge around in the shade with laptops and PSPs. (And Worms games! And music!) We bought 8 litres of Pepsi Max for £1.96 and got absolutely bursting for the loo. The others got ice cream (I didn't, penniless folf here.) When Foxxtail went off to the loo I stole his tail. I ended up wearing it for the rest of the day.
3:00pm (or maybe 4:00pm)Krin had to take his leave. We walked on down to the car park, saw his ubersome bike and helped him when the barrier wouldn't budge. He rode off waving, both dangerous... and loud. Owies. We thus went to the little restaurant place known as Oklahoma; I'd been there before, just never knew the name of the place. Regardless, they do a good salami, cheese and spinach toasted sandwich.
5:00pmOklahoma closed this time. So we left and returned - again - to Picadilly Gardens. More lounging, music, Worms, furry arts and getting a bit drunk on Pepsi ensued. I was still wearing the paws and tail, I was loving it too much to stop.
5:35pmI get the first phone call telling me to come home.
7:20pmActual time I get on the bus to set off home after much whining, and threatening to steal Foxxtail's paws and tail. I like them so much! The other three spent much of the time I was sitting on the bus taunting me at the window with tails and paws and plushie foxes and stuffs.
8:05pmGet home. It started raining heavily a few minutes beforehand, literally as I entered my little village. I jumped in the shower, being a rather wet folf.
9:20pmStarted typing this journal.
9:58pmFinished typing this journal.
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