École des Bro-ArtsTBRU was both a lot of fun and also highly cursed
They organized a trip to Great Wolf Lodge, a water park in Dallas. Maybe sixty bears on two buses. Got all the way to the lodge and they send us to some random back entrance instead of through the main doors. Then we mill around for 15 minutes and the coordinator informs us that the aquatic director has declared that speedos are not permitted, as this is a "family friendly" resort. We can only wear board shorts. Guess what a bunch of us are wearing. 🙃
So I, having only brought a speedo, book a cab 22 miles back to the hotel. Some of our group stay and decide to see what happens. I heard later that day that Great Wolf security accosted one of us for wearing a square-cut bathing suit, told us if this continued they would eject our entire group, and threatened to call the cops for our "vulgar" outfits.
Huge Fedi report energy 🤣
The following day a group of eight of us, all gays, were walking home from a dance when a car pulled up and started yelling at us while we were waiting for the crosswalk. When we crossed the street the driver peeled out, busted the red, and tried to hit us. He spun around at the end of the block as we ran for cover, gunned it, and came zooming back for a second pass. Came within a couple feet of hitting us both times. JFC.
He zooms away. We're all shaken, but just a couple blocks from the hotel, so we keep walking. A few minutes later, crossing the street to the hotel, we hear squealing tires and honking. Dude comes barreling round the corner and tries to hit us again, splitting the group in two.
A tense standoff ensues as he halts in the middle of the street, shouting at us. "Where do you work at, dressed like that?" Nobody's taking the bait; we're behind trees, trying not to escalate.
Looks like he's got a T-shirt wrapped around his head; just eyes peeking out. Start worrying about him pulling a gun. As the first half of our group makes it closer to the hotel he accelerates and swerves to hit them--I shout "move!" and we cross the street and make it to cover. He pulls a U-turn and comes back for yet another pass. We run and make it to the hotel. Took a long while to calm down from that. Especially rough on A, poor guy.
Anyway, what the hell, Dallas.
This feels so trivial compared to the vehicular homicide attempt, but it's also been eating at me: The hotel Wi-Fi blocks Scruff, but not Grindr. Huh?
The *most* cursed aspect of the run was definitely the after-party we went to in the conference basement of a downtown hotel, which felt as if someone had taken a videogame level editor, opened up a 1998 hotel conference center, and copy-pasted a corrupt file of a circuit party on top of it: clipping errors, lighting anomalies, NPC pathing struggles and all. Walking into that party sober at 1 AM was one of the most unreal experiences of my entire life. I refuse to describe it in detail, except:
Coda@aphyr What if we experienced liminality in the kiddie pool ball pit 🥺 👉👈
@aphyr I mean, that's a fuckin' SCP entry, not a party
@coda you are NOT wrong but I don't know if anyone else in attendance would get this joke 😂