Eventually they did kick 80s/90s Trivia out of its room in favor of whatever the next event was. And what did I do with the time alone? Mostly wander around, really. Looking for Easter eggs; I think I found one beside a planter, and found a couple others that had been opened up and their contents taken. Running into Shouda and Pakrat. There was a good long while I ran into Twitchers and a friend of his and we just hung around outside the con suite talking about the convention and life and stuff.
I also went off to the video game room, which promised to be easy to hang out alone in and nearby the board game room so I could see how bunny_hugger was doing against the unspeakable horrors of the ancient ones or whatever they were doing. They had an Atari 7800, just like I remembered from the ads in the back of Compute! magazine but never saw in person. And a bunch of 7800 games, but also 2600 cartridges. I had to try out some of the ancient games, well-worn into my memory. I had to try Atari 2600 Pac-Man. After a couple false starts I learned, first, that the Atari 7800 joystick is an agonizingly painful creation of someone who hated people. Second, that what I have lost in reflexes in my old age has been made up for in strategy, as I could go on pretty well without limit in a way that ten-year-old me never could. Third, that oh yeah, Atari 2600 games let you select from a couple zillion modes, but they all seem to e the same mode. Fourth, that the Atari 7800 joystick is a creature of pure pain devoted to bringing agony into the world. A month later my thumb is still sore. I understand they had thirty fewer years of ergonomic design to draw on back then but didn't anyone test this thing out before it went into production? That's some Commodore-grade hatred of the customer there.
I also got to play a couple ancient Sega games, including what I'm going ahead and guessing was the original Sonic the Hedgehog. Back in the day I thought I was just awful at all these games. Today, with a better understanding of the logic of these games, I'm still awful at them. I suppose it's mostly inexperience. Left to my own devices I'll play grand strategy, simulation, or management games, and you just don't get Roller Coaster Tycoon on the Sega Whatever from 1991.
After reuniting bunny_hugger got dinner, at the place we'd been most looking forward to eating this trip. That's the Indian dhaba restaurant in the gas station across the way. They make really, really great food and the promise of several meals there is a high point of Motor City Furry Con. It's near Marvin's Marvellous Mechanical Museum, too, and if they served later in the night we'd probably stop over there for dinner after league, but the kitchen isn't open long enough. But we got our meals, vegetable and paneer dishes, and brought them back to the con suite, and told all the many curious onlookers where this great-smelling food came from. It only seems like half of all the conversations we have with strangers at Motor City Furry Con is talking up this place. But we really want to talk up this place. ... Also, incredibly, the woman working the register there remembered us. Bear in mind, we go there two times each year, basically. How can you remember someone through that? Granted we help matters by coming basically the same weekend, and with the identifying tags of animal ears and tails, but that's still a very slight stimulus, it seems to me, to remember over a year.
There were't any panels in the evening to interest us. So after eating we could walk around, showing off bunny_hugger's marionette dragon and my guinea pig puppet. The dragon was the far more interesting puppet. And catching up with people, or hanging out in the con suite and sampling the beer and cider. And then, in our kigurumis, to the Saturday night dance, a pretty well-attended thing with a nice lively crowd. We stayed there to about 1:30 am, thinking very hard about whether to stick around to the closing hour of 2 am. We didn't, because of the sad fact that there was stuff early Sunday we wanted to get to also. So we yielded to delayed gratification and went back to the hotel.
Trivia: Benjamin Franklin sent a journeyman to Antigua in 1748 to open a print shop, which thrived for four years (until the man died of a tropical fever). Source: The First American: The Life and Times of Benjamin Franklin, H W Brands.
Currently Reading: Exploring Mercury: The Iron Planet, Robert G Strom, Ann L Sprague.
PS: how about something primal and shocking at Keansburg?
A madeline: the kiddie train ride that first made me feel that I must have been there. My father confirmed later that I had, when I was small enough to fit in these seats. The Keansburg Coast Line N.J. ride has been there since the 30s. Possibly has always had those colors.
Park map. I'm not sure that they had any to distribute in the park and if they did we missed the chance, but this at least preserves the layout and ride names as they existed in mid-2017. There's a healthy number of rides, though you can see how it's aimed more at kids, if the carousel and the bumper cars rate as 'thrill rides'.
View of the Sea Serpent roller coaster with its riders in exactly the pose they'd have in a cartoon about a roller coaster.