Trekkies

Since I've been off work, I've been sleeping in and staying up late watching TV playing solitaire on the computer - in fact, the other night I almost beat my all time best run. Anyway, on Thursday night, I was doing just that when I saw on the local news that the Star Trek convention was coming to town.

Now, I'll admit that I love the show, I'll even admit that once, as a pre-teen, I attended a convention. I've admitted this in the past, and despite the fact that all my friends know this, they pretend they had no idea and act shocked and mock me for weeks. (In fact, you'll see from the comment section of this post what I'm talking about.) I'll even admit that I went to see the "Star Trek Experience" at the Hilton when we were in Las Vegas, which, to clear up any misunderstanding, is not a convention but a very over-priced ride.

Anyway, a few years ago, Ash and PP watched that movie Trekkies, it's about extreme trekkies, people who insist on being called "the commander" at their job at Kinko's, or the Star Trek themed dental office. They hadn't watched Star Trek an assumed that all of the millions of people who watched the show were that way. They asked me ridiculous questions and mocked me mercilessly - as if touching yourself and thinking of "Dr. McDreamy" is so much more respectable than enjoying a little science fiction!

Later they both told me that they wanted to go to a Star Trek convention to laugh at the hideous nerds, but that every time they thought of it, it had just passed. So, when I saw on the news that the convention was this weekend I sent them a quick email to let them know.

The next morning, I'm still in bed, and the phone rings, a long distance ring. I try to get up, but never make it off the bed. About 45 seconds later, the phone rings again, another long distance ring. At this point, I start thinking, it's the same person calling twice because it's some kind of emergency. I pick up the phone and it's Ashley. She's going bananas about the convention and trying to figure out the logistics and if she can afford the expenditure. I hang up the phone and saunter over to my computer. Then 5 seconds after I'm on, PP pops up, "Did you get my message on your phone?" I say, no. "I just called you about the Star Trek!" I say, I just talked to Ash about it. We talk about it for a bit, PP is about to burst from excitement about laughing at the hideous nerds, when I point out that the website says there's a dance on the Saturday night of the convention. PP, "OMIGOD! There's a dance!?!?"

Suffice it to say, I spent the last 48 hours fielding phone calls about the convention because I went to one nearly 20 years ago. And know, I am not going to join in the nerd hunt. My friends are hilarious and totally insane all at the same time.

It's nearly 11pm on Saturday night. All the hideous, socially awkward nerds and geeks are cutting the rug, probably very badly, at the convention dance. I don't know if the girls decided to go to that, or wait until the harsh light of day to see them tomorrow. But either way, Ash, PP, LD, I hope you have fun spending 50 bucks to laugh at people at the Star Trek convention, and I can't wait to see the horrendous pictures on your blogs.