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MFM Con Report 2025
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The Road Goes On Forever
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Stone Trippin’, Man . . .
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Photo: Garden Court, Vitality Hotel Memphis
Day One: On the Road
“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
Oh brother, you know where this is going when I’m laying that quote on you. So pour a suitable libation, seat yourself comfortably, and prepare yourself for a tale.
I had rented a small SUV to get me to MFM and other points in relative comfort with some cargo capacity larger than the trunk of my car, and started out from my house at the wholesome cow-milking hour of 5 AM.
Fun started as soon as I hit the interstate with rain. Oh Chac, you saucy fellow; there was so much rain that there were more than a few points when I couldn’t see past the hood of the SUV apart from the taillights of the guy in front of me. The rain slackened but didn’t really stop until I reached Pensacola for lunch. I can recommend Rock-n-Roll Sushi there (order the Jam Session Roll). After that meal, I steeled myself for the first waypoint, Mobile Alabama.
Fun fact: Interstate Highway 10 runs under Mobile Bay at a certain point, chokes down to one lane in either direction, and there was much jockeying by the traffic stream to fit (with having to go around a pickup that had broken down).
That done, finding the hotel was a doddle. I had dinner at a nearby Indian restaurant, where I had tandoori chicken.
And that was the first day.
Day Two: Into the Never-Never
The tandoori chicken from last night was mild, but its end product made me wish I’d had ice cream as a first course, no racing involved. Nevertheless, I had miles to go, and headed up uneventfully to Hattiesburg, to Jackson, and to Vicksburg. I crossed the Mississippi River (we’ll see that phrase again), and obeying my GPS I got off the interstate at the thriving metropolis of Mound, Louisiana.
See, there’s no direct north-south interstate route from Vicksburg to Pine Bluff and Little Rock, Arkansas, so the GPS mapped the most direct route. This entailed taking US 80 West and US 65 North.
Bastet’s Holy Litter Box, talk about nothingness. Farmlands stretching to the horizon, all run by big companies, with small unremarkable homes and settlements, and no gas stations, convenience stores, truck stops, etc. Tedious going, until I finally hit an interstate south of Pine Bluff and hurled myself toward Little Rock.
I filled the gas tank in Mobile; I was staring hectically at the gas gauge as I frantically hunted for a gas station. I finally found one, filled the tank and headed for a hotel for the night. After checking in and moving my stuff into the room, I asked after a restaurant I could walk to. A small place on the far side of the parking lot was indicated, and I thanked the lady before setting off.
Oh, and did I mention that it started raining again as I drove from Pine Bluff to Little Rock? Yeah, it did.
Days Three and Four: Hiatus
The day dawned with rain lashing at the city when I awakened. Gee, thanks, rain gods. Despite that and the idiotic drivers, I made decent time to
marmelmm’s home town in NW Arkansas. This resulted in a day and a half of visiting while I rested and braced up for the trip to Memphis. While there, I picked up his sketchbooks, a drive containing his playlist, and a few things for the other of the Three Writers, 
eocostello.
Day Five: CONNNNN!
Thursday 28 August dawned with thunderstorms and local flash flood warnings. What fun! Needless to say, by the time I arrived at the Vitality Hotel Memphis, the new con hotel, I had exhausted my supply of swear words – for September.
There followed fun with hotel kiosks as I attempted to check in, and moving my stuff upstairs to my room. I met up with eocostello and made arrangements for dinner at the hotel.
The hotel’s been here for a while, but only under its current management for about nine months. The air conditioning for the con spaces was downright frigid; the usual AC unit had failed so the hotel had rented two units on a trailer and plugged them into the system. Everyone predicted, quite rightly, that the fursuiters would love it.
Apart from that, the hotel’s very nice and the staff were attentive and pleased to see us. In return, we were polite and expressed gratitude for their efforts. By the way, this was the first time they’d had a full-hotel booking, so both sides were determined to make a good first impression.
The hotel offers breakfast; box lunches can be ordered at the bar, and the dinner menu was Italian. Prices were about comparable to a decent restaurant, so no biggie.
Registration is usually done Thursday night, but was canceled because the server had apparently been dropped on its head. Bunny spent the night coding and rebuilding the registration database. I set up the Art Jam, and had about three people show up. I closed up shop at midnight and hied my exhausted self to my bed.
Day Six: CONNNNN!
Friday 29 August, and yay! Con Registration started on time at 10 AM and went without a hitch, a tribute to Bunny and her staff. I suited up as Cardinal Alfredo alla Funghi and took him for a dress-rehearsal stroll, occasionally blessing folks as they sat or walked around.
The Dealer’s Den opened at noon, and I had five drawings to farm out, while picking up commissions from
bushycat and 
rabbi-tom dating back to December and January. I also got a con badge for the naughty Cardinal alla Funghi from 
j3t, and it’s glorious.
The commissions went to:
bushycat
turnbolt
ralph
whitewolf
ebon_flarepaw
rabbi-tom
eocostello treated me to a late lunch at the University Club Memphis. Very swank; you could almost see Ted Knight and Rodney Dangerfield arguing. Eric’s a member of the Peen – er, Penn Club up in New York,* so the affiliation between his club and this one enabled him to enjoy its amenities. I had lobster roll, nom.
*(‘Peen’ joke courtesy of
steamfox )
At the opening ceremonies, Tyger explained why we were in a new hotel. It seems that a company’s building a battery plant in Olive Branch and hired the hotel as a temporary headquarters for the next few years. Vitality honored our contract with Whispering Woods, so this is our new home for at least the next two years. So there was that.
The traditional Pizza Feed was served up in the hotel restaurant, and after a couple hours I set up the Art Jam again. A trio of young artists started looking at marmelmm’s sketchbooks and were enthralled by both the various styles of the artists in the books as well as the dates. One artist asked to take a few pics of the art; I texted Mitch and he called back and spoke with the artist. Blue showed up after the phone call, and an impromptu chat about the history of the fandom ensued. We had about eight people for the Art Jam, and they enjoyed the music, as far as I could tell.
Day Seven: CONNNNN!
Saturday 30 August. Saturday at MFM means the Fursuit Parade; Cardinal alla Funghi was about the tenth person in line, so I hunted around for any pictures or videos, and found two, here and here (look for a short fat guy wearing a white fur-trimmed red cassock and cowl, and the Famous Horsehead Mask). After that I divested myself of my vestments and went back downstairs for the Tiger Haven charity auction.
I got there in time to see one piece I had put up go for $35. It was a small picture showing Tyger in a Spandex tiger-patterned one-piece bathing suit from the 2011 con as he prepared to get into a dunk tank for charity. I was pleased, and even more pleased when a framed poster of Loona from Helluva Boss was put up. I bought this at Central Florida Comic Con back in January 2025, and had it signed by her voice artist, Erica Lindbeck. I had requested a starting bid of $50; Blue started at $20, and it went for $225. Excellent!
There had been a game of Drunkards and Dragons on Friday, and a lone bottle of Jeppson’s Malört was put up for bid. The wormwood liqueur has a nasty reputation, and I was very interested in trying some as it’s nearly unobtainable in Florida. Acquiring it was easy; I was the sole bidder, and after the auction I announced that during the Art Jam Saturday night I would open it and drink a shot of the potable described by many as tasting of “wood shavings and sadness.” There are videos of people’s reactions to tasting this.
Coletta’s and Dinner with the Dons was set up for 7 PM, and we put on our tuxedo t-shirts and headed over there. Note: The Vitality’s closer to Coletta’s than Whispering Woods. The staff and server were glad to see us, and eocostello set up a video call so Mitch could join us virtually. He’d also put on his tuxedo t-shirt, and the night was spent enjoyably.
We hightailed it back to the Vitality and I got the Art Jam set up. Yes, I brought the Malört down with me, along with a clear plastic cup. Around eleven or so Groat and I were talking while eight artists worked on drawings and talked, and Blue walked in.
Perfect! A staff member as a witness. I called the room to order, broke the seal and uncapped the bottle, sniffed (sort of herbal), and poured about a full shot. Groat had his cell phone pointed right at my face as I sniffed the liqueur, sniffed again, poured it into my mouth, held it for ten seconds to let it coat my tongue, and swallowed it.
And betrayed no reaction. Sure, it was bitter, but I’ve drunk absinthe before. This wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever tasted, trust me on this.
Groat said, “Let me try some of that.” He poured a much smaller tot, drank it, and his gurning would have impressed a genuine Yorkshireman. Everyone had a good laugh.
Day Eight: CONNNNN!
Sunday 31 August rolled around, with an air of melancholy as everyone realized this was the last day of the con until next year. Groat did a quick commission for me about the Malört, which I will scan and post to FA. Three of my drawings will be coming to me later as they’re being done off site and yes, I’ll be waiting for them.
At the closing ceremonies it transpired that two of the hotel staff bought day passes as attendees and had fun. The con saw a new record attendance of 791, and we raised about $9500 for Tiger Haven and Midwest Wildlife Refuge.
The theme for next year is Space Station Mephit, and Tyger stressed that he wanted to see as much science fiction-related costumes as possible, not just the usual suspects. Pre-registration was already open, and I took care of that while mulling over what to dress up as, apart from Darth Continent.
Because we’re no longer within walking distance of the Osaka Restaurant in Olive Branch, a new Japanese restaurant had to be selected, and the Sakura (about 10 minutes away) was selected. The food was good, reasonably priced, and I had Takoyaki.
When we got back, I set up the Art Jam, but we had only four people. One looked through Mitch’s sketchbooks, but didn’t take up the offer to draw something.
Days Nine and Ten: Hiatus Too, Electric Boogaloo
A second trip to Springdale was on order for Labor Day; I had to get things back to Mitch, after all. It started raining when I stopped for gas in West Memphis. Visiting and talking about the con and Mitch’s health expectations on attending next year were major topics, and I feted him at Doe’s Eat Place in Bentonville.
If you’ve never been, be prepared to splash out but it’s worth it.
Day Eleven: On the Road (Again)
After breakfast I was off on my trip home. No, I did NOT retrace my steps south; I’m not driving through the Never-Never again. Instead, I headed east on I-40, then to I-55 to cross the Mississippi, and connected to I-22. I paused in Olive Branch for lunch and took a farewell snap of Whispering Woods.
This first return leg was a big one, taking about nine hours from NW Arkansas to Jasper Alabama. I stopped for the night there, and someone had recommended a restaurant called Warehouse 319. The place had a funky deconstructed feel, a lot of unstained varnished wood and exposed brickwork, but the food was excellent. I had cheeseburger sliders with a glass of Goat Island Blood Orange lager. Very tasty. I took a piece of their bread pudding back to the room with me and ate half. The other half went with me when I left the next day.
Day Twelve: On the Road (Please Make It Stop)
Another day, and this time I drove the length and length of Alabama until I crossed the Florida border near Cottondale. From there I hit I-10 east to Tallahassee and stopped at a hotel after a six-hour drive.
While there I put on my speedo and went for a swim before going back up to the room, taking a shower, and heading on foot to the Wahoo Seafood Grill. I’ve eaten there before and the food’s usually quite good.
First time for everything. The rice served with my grilled shrimp included grains that had been cooked until dry and were the rough equivalent of jawbreakers. The shrimp and the corn on the cob were decent, and the service was – well, it was indifferent. He didn’t earn his tip.
Day Thirteen: Home Again, Home Again
Jiggety-jig.
I awakened at 0230, before my alarm went off, and after a rather acidic cup of coffee I loaded up, checked out, and ran like a thief for my home at 0406. I arrived after an uneventful trip around ten o’clock, unloaded, gassed up the SUV, and delivered it to the rental company.
That SUV was a trooper; I logged 3,281 miles on the beast, roughly the distance from Seattle to Miami. Thank Dagon for unlimited mileage, am I right?
I’ve spent a few hours doing laundry, some shopping, putting things away and grumbling at my alarm company. One of the smoke alarms had its batteries fail, so there was an echoing, irritating random beep.
Now, on some of my trips you may have read of something I call the Weird Shit-o-Tron. Basically, the Weird Shit-o-Tron is active whenever I leave the state and usually involves a tropical storm menacing Florida and some sort of utterly mental event elsewhere in the world. Apart from all the rain I experienced on the trip, there was no evidence of the Weird Shit, for which I am very grateful.
End of Report.
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The Road Goes On Forever
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Stone Trippin’, Man . . .
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Photo: Garden Court, Vitality Hotel Memphis
Day One: On the Road
“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
Oh brother, you know where this is going when I’m laying that quote on you. So pour a suitable libation, seat yourself comfortably, and prepare yourself for a tale.
I had rented a small SUV to get me to MFM and other points in relative comfort with some cargo capacity larger than the trunk of my car, and started out from my house at the wholesome cow-milking hour of 5 AM.
Fun started as soon as I hit the interstate with rain. Oh Chac, you saucy fellow; there was so much rain that there were more than a few points when I couldn’t see past the hood of the SUV apart from the taillights of the guy in front of me. The rain slackened but didn’t really stop until I reached Pensacola for lunch. I can recommend Rock-n-Roll Sushi there (order the Jam Session Roll). After that meal, I steeled myself for the first waypoint, Mobile Alabama.
Fun fact: Interstate Highway 10 runs under Mobile Bay at a certain point, chokes down to one lane in either direction, and there was much jockeying by the traffic stream to fit (with having to go around a pickup that had broken down).
That done, finding the hotel was a doddle. I had dinner at a nearby Indian restaurant, where I had tandoori chicken.
And that was the first day.
Day Two: Into the Never-Never
The tandoori chicken from last night was mild, but its end product made me wish I’d had ice cream as a first course, no racing involved. Nevertheless, I had miles to go, and headed up uneventfully to Hattiesburg, to Jackson, and to Vicksburg. I crossed the Mississippi River (we’ll see that phrase again), and obeying my GPS I got off the interstate at the thriving metropolis of Mound, Louisiana.
See, there’s no direct north-south interstate route from Vicksburg to Pine Bluff and Little Rock, Arkansas, so the GPS mapped the most direct route. This entailed taking US 80 West and US 65 North.
Bastet’s Holy Litter Box, talk about nothingness. Farmlands stretching to the horizon, all run by big companies, with small unremarkable homes and settlements, and no gas stations, convenience stores, truck stops, etc. Tedious going, until I finally hit an interstate south of Pine Bluff and hurled myself toward Little Rock.
I filled the gas tank in Mobile; I was staring hectically at the gas gauge as I frantically hunted for a gas station. I finally found one, filled the tank and headed for a hotel for the night. After checking in and moving my stuff into the room, I asked after a restaurant I could walk to. A small place on the far side of the parking lot was indicated, and I thanked the lady before setting off.
Oh, and did I mention that it started raining again as I drove from Pine Bluff to Little Rock? Yeah, it did.
Days Three and Four: Hiatus
The day dawned with rain lashing at the city when I awakened. Gee, thanks, rain gods. Despite that and the idiotic drivers, I made decent time to
marmelmm’s home town in NW Arkansas. This resulted in a day and a half of visiting while I rested and braced up for the trip to Memphis. While there, I picked up his sketchbooks, a drive containing his playlist, and a few things for the other of the Three Writers, 
eocostello.Day Five: CONNNNN!
Thursday 28 August dawned with thunderstorms and local flash flood warnings. What fun! Needless to say, by the time I arrived at the Vitality Hotel Memphis, the new con hotel, I had exhausted my supply of swear words – for September.
There followed fun with hotel kiosks as I attempted to check in, and moving my stuff upstairs to my room. I met up with
eocostello and made arrangements for dinner at the hotel.The hotel’s been here for a while, but only under its current management for about nine months. The air conditioning for the con spaces was downright frigid; the usual AC unit had failed so the hotel had rented two units on a trailer and plugged them into the system. Everyone predicted, quite rightly, that the fursuiters would love it.
Apart from that, the hotel’s very nice and the staff were attentive and pleased to see us. In return, we were polite and expressed gratitude for their efforts. By the way, this was the first time they’d had a full-hotel booking, so both sides were determined to make a good first impression.
The hotel offers breakfast; box lunches can be ordered at the bar, and the dinner menu was Italian. Prices were about comparable to a decent restaurant, so no biggie.
Registration is usually done Thursday night, but was canceled because the server had apparently been dropped on its head. Bunny spent the night coding and rebuilding the registration database. I set up the Art Jam, and had about three people show up. I closed up shop at midnight and hied my exhausted self to my bed.
Day Six: CONNNNN!
Friday 29 August, and yay! Con Registration started on time at 10 AM and went without a hitch, a tribute to Bunny and her staff. I suited up as Cardinal Alfredo alla Funghi and took him for a dress-rehearsal stroll, occasionally blessing folks as they sat or walked around.
The Dealer’s Den opened at noon, and I had five drawings to farm out, while picking up commissions from
bushycat and 
rabbi-tom dating back to December and January. I also got a con badge for the naughty Cardinal alla Funghi from 
j3t, and it’s glorious.The commissions went to:
bushycat
turnbolt
ralph
whitewolf
ebon_flarepaw rabbi-tom eocostello treated me to a late lunch at the University Club Memphis. Very swank; you could almost see Ted Knight and Rodney Dangerfield arguing. Eric’s a member of the Peen – er, Penn Club up in New York,* so the affiliation between his club and this one enabled him to enjoy its amenities. I had lobster roll, nom.*(‘Peen’ joke courtesy of
steamfox )At the opening ceremonies, Tyger explained why we were in a new hotel. It seems that a company’s building a battery plant in Olive Branch and hired the hotel as a temporary headquarters for the next few years. Vitality honored our contract with Whispering Woods, so this is our new home for at least the next two years. So there was that.
The traditional Pizza Feed was served up in the hotel restaurant, and after a couple hours I set up the Art Jam again. A trio of young artists started looking at
marmelmm’s sketchbooks and were enthralled by both the various styles of the artists in the books as well as the dates. One artist asked to take a few pics of the art; I texted Mitch and he called back and spoke with the artist. Blue showed up after the phone call, and an impromptu chat about the history of the fandom ensued. We had about eight people for the Art Jam, and they enjoyed the music, as far as I could tell.Day Seven: CONNNNN!
Saturday 30 August. Saturday at MFM means the Fursuit Parade; Cardinal alla Funghi was about the tenth person in line, so I hunted around for any pictures or videos, and found two, here and here (look for a short fat guy wearing a white fur-trimmed red cassock and cowl, and the Famous Horsehead Mask). After that I divested myself of my vestments and went back downstairs for the Tiger Haven charity auction.
I got there in time to see one piece I had put up go for $35. It was a small picture showing Tyger in a Spandex tiger-patterned one-piece bathing suit from the 2011 con as he prepared to get into a dunk tank for charity. I was pleased, and even more pleased when a framed poster of Loona from Helluva Boss was put up. I bought this at Central Florida Comic Con back in January 2025, and had it signed by her voice artist, Erica Lindbeck. I had requested a starting bid of $50; Blue started at $20, and it went for $225. Excellent!
There had been a game of Drunkards and Dragons on Friday, and a lone bottle of Jeppson’s Malört was put up for bid. The wormwood liqueur has a nasty reputation, and I was very interested in trying some as it’s nearly unobtainable in Florida. Acquiring it was easy; I was the sole bidder, and after the auction I announced that during the Art Jam Saturday night I would open it and drink a shot of the potable described by many as tasting of “wood shavings and sadness.” There are videos of people’s reactions to tasting this.
Coletta’s and Dinner with the Dons was set up for 7 PM, and we put on our tuxedo t-shirts and headed over there. Note: The Vitality’s closer to Coletta’s than Whispering Woods. The staff and server were glad to see us, and
eocostello set up a video call so Mitch could join us virtually. He’d also put on his tuxedo t-shirt, and the night was spent enjoyably.We hightailed it back to the Vitality and I got the Art Jam set up. Yes, I brought the Malört down with me, along with a clear plastic cup. Around eleven or so Groat and I were talking while eight artists worked on drawings and talked, and Blue walked in.
Perfect! A staff member as a witness. I called the room to order, broke the seal and uncapped the bottle, sniffed (sort of herbal), and poured about a full shot. Groat had his cell phone pointed right at my face as I sniffed the liqueur, sniffed again, poured it into my mouth, held it for ten seconds to let it coat my tongue, and swallowed it.
And betrayed no reaction. Sure, it was bitter, but I’ve drunk absinthe before. This wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever tasted, trust me on this.
Groat said, “Let me try some of that.” He poured a much smaller tot, drank it, and his gurning would have impressed a genuine Yorkshireman. Everyone had a good laugh.
Day Eight: CONNNNN!
Sunday 31 August rolled around, with an air of melancholy as everyone realized this was the last day of the con until next year. Groat did a quick commission for me about the Malört, which I will scan and post to FA. Three of my drawings will be coming to me later as they’re being done off site and yes, I’ll be waiting for them.
At the closing ceremonies it transpired that two of the hotel staff bought day passes as attendees and had fun. The con saw a new record attendance of 791, and we raised about $9500 for Tiger Haven and Midwest Wildlife Refuge.
The theme for next year is Space Station Mephit, and Tyger stressed that he wanted to see as much science fiction-related costumes as possible, not just the usual suspects. Pre-registration was already open, and I took care of that while mulling over what to dress up as, apart from Darth Continent.
Because we’re no longer within walking distance of the Osaka Restaurant in Olive Branch, a new Japanese restaurant had to be selected, and the Sakura (about 10 minutes away) was selected. The food was good, reasonably priced, and I had Takoyaki.
When we got back, I set up the Art Jam, but we had only four people. One looked through Mitch’s sketchbooks, but didn’t take up the offer to draw something.
Days Nine and Ten: Hiatus Too, Electric Boogaloo
A second trip to Springdale was on order for Labor Day; I had to get things back to Mitch, after all. It started raining when I stopped for gas in West Memphis. Visiting and talking about the con and Mitch’s health expectations on attending next year were major topics, and I feted him at Doe’s Eat Place in Bentonville.
If you’ve never been, be prepared to splash out but it’s worth it.
Day Eleven: On the Road (Again)
After breakfast I was off on my trip home. No, I did NOT retrace my steps south; I’m not driving through the Never-Never again. Instead, I headed east on I-40, then to I-55 to cross the Mississippi, and connected to I-22. I paused in Olive Branch for lunch and took a farewell snap of Whispering Woods.
This first return leg was a big one, taking about nine hours from NW Arkansas to Jasper Alabama. I stopped for the night there, and someone had recommended a restaurant called Warehouse 319. The place had a funky deconstructed feel, a lot of unstained varnished wood and exposed brickwork, but the food was excellent. I had cheeseburger sliders with a glass of Goat Island Blood Orange lager. Very tasty. I took a piece of their bread pudding back to the room with me and ate half. The other half went with me when I left the next day.
Day Twelve: On the Road (Please Make It Stop)
Another day, and this time I drove the length and length of Alabama until I crossed the Florida border near Cottondale. From there I hit I-10 east to Tallahassee and stopped at a hotel after a six-hour drive.
While there I put on my speedo and went for a swim before going back up to the room, taking a shower, and heading on foot to the Wahoo Seafood Grill. I’ve eaten there before and the food’s usually quite good.
First time for everything. The rice served with my grilled shrimp included grains that had been cooked until dry and were the rough equivalent of jawbreakers. The shrimp and the corn on the cob were decent, and the service was – well, it was indifferent. He didn’t earn his tip.
Day Thirteen: Home Again, Home Again
Jiggety-jig.
I awakened at 0230, before my alarm went off, and after a rather acidic cup of coffee I loaded up, checked out, and ran like a thief for my home at 0406. I arrived after an uneventful trip around ten o’clock, unloaded, gassed up the SUV, and delivered it to the rental company.
That SUV was a trooper; I logged 3,281 miles on the beast, roughly the distance from Seattle to Miami. Thank Dagon for unlimited mileage, am I right?
I’ve spent a few hours doing laundry, some shopping, putting things away and grumbling at my alarm company. One of the smoke alarms had its batteries fail, so there was an echoing, irritating random beep.
Now, on some of my trips you may have read of something I call the Weird Shit-o-Tron. Basically, the Weird Shit-o-Tron is active whenever I leave the state and usually involves a tropical storm menacing Florida and some sort of utterly mental event elsewhere in the world. Apart from all the rain I experienced on the trip, there was no evidence of the Weird Shit, for which I am very grateful.
End of Report.
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The (casual) car nerd part of me is interested in what kind of SUV you were driving.
The video call with Marm at the Dinner with the Dons was a great touch.
I'd like to say that the Wierd Shit-o-Tron's happening around my neck of the woods (the US warship deployment in the Southern Caribbean).
The video call with Marm at the Dinner with the Dons was a great touch.
I'd like to say that the Wierd Shit-o-Tron's happening around my neck of the woods (the US warship deployment in the Southern Caribbean).
2025 was my first MFM and my first hotel con in many years. My last hotel con was TFF in 2016 and at best it was kinda OK. I got fur con burnout in 2013 after attending FC for a full decade.
I have been attending Wild Nights for many years as its more a camping trip with some furry things than a full out fur con.
I have been trying off and on to attend MFM for over a decade and half since 2008 but every time I registered to go I was fired from my job shortly before I was to go. I started to call MFM The Curse Con do to being fired every time I tried to attend. Well for 2025 I decided for hell or high water I was going to go job or no job. Well I am semi retired now so being fired is not exactly much of a threat anymore. I can go months, years or even the rest of my life without having a job. I still work because I just don't have much of anything to do with my time so I might as well collect a paycheck.
I was not aware that there is no early of after con with MFM we arrived on Wednesday and left to go home on Tuesday so the hotel was a ghost town when we arrived and for the last two days we where there. By Sunday afternoon there where only a few people still around with me guessing that they had later flights to head home and where just hanging around the lobby before getting a Lyft to the airport. I really thought people would hang around though Monday since it was a holiday weekend with a lot of people having Monday off.
You might or might not remember me I was the guy who was dressed as the Minotaur with the leather armor, red wood shield, and real swords. I was also the Golden Eagle with the 15 foot wing span.
I had lots of fun and I fully attend to return for 2026.
I am planing on making some changes for 2026 the first is seeing about getting a suite as my fursuits take up a good amount of space and not tripping over them would be nice. I am also seeing about doing panel(s) for ponyplay. Not sure if it will be one or two. I might do one in a meeting room and one outside so people can interact with the pony carts.
I have been attending Wild Nights for many years as its more a camping trip with some furry things than a full out fur con.
I have been trying off and on to attend MFM for over a decade and half since 2008 but every time I registered to go I was fired from my job shortly before I was to go. I started to call MFM The Curse Con do to being fired every time I tried to attend. Well for 2025 I decided for hell or high water I was going to go job or no job. Well I am semi retired now so being fired is not exactly much of a threat anymore. I can go months, years or even the rest of my life without having a job. I still work because I just don't have much of anything to do with my time so I might as well collect a paycheck.
I was not aware that there is no early of after con with MFM we arrived on Wednesday and left to go home on Tuesday so the hotel was a ghost town when we arrived and for the last two days we where there. By Sunday afternoon there where only a few people still around with me guessing that they had later flights to head home and where just hanging around the lobby before getting a Lyft to the airport. I really thought people would hang around though Monday since it was a holiday weekend with a lot of people having Monday off.
You might or might not remember me I was the guy who was dressed as the Minotaur with the leather armor, red wood shield, and real swords. I was also the Golden Eagle with the 15 foot wing span.
I had lots of fun and I fully attend to return for 2026.
I am planing on making some changes for 2026 the first is seeing about getting a suite as my fursuits take up a good amount of space and not tripping over them would be nice. I am also seeing about doing panel(s) for ponyplay. Not sure if it will be one or two. I might do one in a meeting room and one outside so people can interact with the pony carts.
Dont slam your head on your desk, you might hurt the desk! lol
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41639939/ I really need to post new photos showing all of the upgrades but as of right now that is the most current photo.
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41639939/ I really need to post new photos showing all of the upgrades but as of right now that is the most current photo.
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