This image is not technically from Day Three, but I like it, so here it is.
Saturday dawned bright and clear, and came with the realization that
We ran into a Lynxish friend on the elevator and brought him along. However, the food was rather disappointing this year. My breakfast was the sort of bacon and egg special one could get for a lot cheaper at a much quieter greasy spoon, and Jenn's strawberry shortcake pancakes were a letdown.
Following this, we dropped into the local Target, because, as with every con I attend, I forgot to bring something. This year, I was short one pair of underwear and socks. Sigh. Browsing Target forcibly reminded us that we were in the U.S.A. Religious nutcrackers right next to ones made up in desert camo...
... not one but TWO Glenn Beck books at the top of the bestseller rack. You know, most people in Canada don't know who he is.
We got back to the hotel around noon. I admit I like how the landscape around the hotel is transformed during the con, with roving gangs of fursuiters terrorizing (or confusing, anyway) innocent folk.
Around 1 PM I reported to
This was a good idea on my part, since it meant the various people looking for me where able to find me.
Including
And
The booth was also an excellent spot to watch the annual fursuit parade, which gets longer and longer every year. It's like watching a flock of passenger pigeons fly past. Just when you think there can't be any more, another 100 fursuiters file into the room.
I confess that the tradition has grown on me. I used to sit and wait for them all to file past with a sense of faint irritation.
Now I take photos and am impressed by some of the more elaborate costumes.
That rumpled bunny fursuiter, BTW, is Rapid T. Rapid, who has a TV show in NYC. Very old school.
After the parade, the local chapter of Dr. Steel's Toy Soldiers when recruiter.

I then hooked up with fantasy artist
I went and visited the animal rescue folks, who'd brought out the feathered friends. This is a one-eyed owl!
This is NOT a one-eyed owl!
There was a bit of excitement/anxiety when someone in the artist's alley had a seizure or stroke of some kind, but the con staff were unflappable and quickly cleared a path for EMT crews.
Oh! And there were Nazifurs or some kind. Or possibly they were cosplaying as Glenn Beck's idea of Canadians?
I took a quick jaunt to the con suite for cookies and caffeine, then retired to the room to watch an episode of MST3K that
The food was good, too!
Matt and his jaunty hat.
I should explain this image! Matt is from Madison, Wisconsin. As we walked under a bridge, we spotted this sign, and I said, "Oh, Matt, so THAT's how you got here." He wiped away a fake tear and picked up his sign.
(No, it is not really his sign. And I assume/hope the person who made it didn't need it anymore.)
Following supper, we watched Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Man, that movie is... inexplicable. Some good Beatles covers, though. Watching the last ten minutes of The Apple was a relief.

I got attacked by a kinkajou.
We poked into the furry rave, but I was too lame or cool to dance.
The crowd was smaller than last year, but I assume it got busier later that night.
We made one final trip to the con suite, where
And that was day three, our final full day of furry! I headed to bed while Jenn watched American television. More later!
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