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August 18, 2005
A Ferengi, a Borg and a transvestite walk into a bar…
The plan for Friday night was to hang out at Quark’s Bar and have some drinks. At about 11pm Brandi and I headed down there only to find that the private party was still in full swing.
We decided to kill some time and hit the nickel poker machines to get a free drink. After one Jack and diet and $3 in my favor on video poker Brandi and her sixth sense decided it would be a good time to check out Quark’s again. We took our second drinks with us and found that the ropes were gone and there was no longer anyone guarding the entrance.
Making our way down to the bar we noticed that the festivities were just wrapping up. There was still some food sitting out on the tables and some people were still milling about.
We spotted our friend Brandon the cute bartender serving up drinks. He informed us that it was coming close to last call at this bar, but that the party will be moving up to the Galaxy Bar up in the casino. He asked us what we were drinking and hooked us up with our next round.
As we were chatting at the bar one of the guys that had been standing behind me approached us with a drink in his hand.
“Eugene Roddenberry ordered this drink and then just walked away. My girlfriend won’t try it, so I thought I would ask if you ladies would like some.” He held up the plastic cup and the dark liquid swirled, leaving behind a think film. From the looks of it I guess it contained Jaggermeister.
Brandi and I exchanged a look and shrugged. Taking the offered glass we each took a tentative sip. It was good and I was right, Jaggermeister and some coconut rum.
The guy finally introduced himself. Turns out he’s the owner of LA Weekly and a good friend of Eugene Roddenberry.
It was about that time that my new friends David and Alicia showed up. We were chatting for a bit when a I noticed a slight commotion behind me. I turned to see Garret Wang walking up to our little group.
Apparently David and Alicia had chatted with him at the end of the Happy Hour party so he stopped by to say hello.
I was pretty relaxed after two drinks so I actually had the courage to tell him that he was awesome and that after this weekend he was so on my list.
Unfortunately he had to ask what list I was talking about. I am sure I was bright red when I replied that it was my list of the hottest guys in Star Trek.
After a short conversation Garrett left and it was announced that the party had to be moved to the bar up stairs.
The four of us made our way to the Galaxy Bar (or whatever its called), where a pretty sizable crowd was already forming. I noticed that one bar stool was occupied by none other than Dean Haglund who played Langley on The X-Files. I was amused and delighted to see one of the guests of the convention hanging with us mere mortals. He was also a bit on the happy side
I wanted to say something to him, because seriously, how many more opportunities like this one would I have in my lifetime. I couldn’t figure out anything intelligent or amusing to say beyond the usual obnoxious fangirl “You’re so cool!”
After finishing my drink it hit me and I worked up the nerve to go up and talk to him.
Finally I saw an opening. “Hi, I just have one questions that I have to ask.” I took a deep breath and dove in. “Did Chirs Carter really have a plan or was he just pulling things out of his ass as he went along? Because it sure seems like he was pulling it out of his ass most of the time.”
He laughed and leaned forward slightly, placing his hand on mine. “I will tell you. There was a plan, but then Gillian got pregnant.” I nodded in understanding and he continued. “So the plan had to be changed to work around it. That plan was for five years.” He paused, maybe checking his math. “That took it up to the movie. But then Fox wanted three more years…” He waived his hand dismissively letting the end just hang and changed the subject.
"Did you know that Piper is like 15 now!" (Piper is Gillian's daughter).
I did the math in my head as quickly as the alcohol would allow and figured she was closer to 11 or so, but Dean was already back talking to his friend about Gillian or something. I don't really remember.
Gary Graham from Alien Nation was there too and he almost spilled his drink on me, but luckily my reflexes were still decent and he ended up just spilling it all down his own back.
After a while most of the crowed dispersed and eventually Brandi and I made our way back up to the room to crash.
Man that night was bizarre. I still can’t believe that it actually happened.
Oh and a Ferengi a Borg and a transvestite really were all in the bar that night.
Posted by amanda at August 18, 2005 10:54 AM
Comments
it was awesome reading it - then I thought.... wait, I was there!
Posted by: bwuh huh haw at August 18, 2005 11:13 AM
I wanna cry. Why must we wait a year to do that again? We need a meet-up in vegas like every few months (or days :-).
Posted by: David at August 19, 2005 10:27 AM