The Hotel Chronicles

I had a lead one day for a convention. It was called the P.AF-C.ON. Of course, I had never heard of this meeting so I decided to google it and low and behold....I learned something new.

See, I used to book National Association groups. In my ten years in Sales, I have learned that there is a convention for everything under the sun. If you are into it, there are some folks that have a National Club dedicated to it.

Everything from NA.FA (the National Association for F.at Acce.ptance) who enjoy being larger than life and beautiful, to the World S.cience F.iction folks who revel in wearing Science Fiction costumes as grown ups. I think part of my tolerant nature is the fact that I come into contact with so many different groups of people at work.

So anyway, I start to google and find out that this group actually does exist. This conference is dedicated to P.lush.ies and F.urr.ies. If you don't know what they are...these are groups of individuals who like to dress up as either fu.rry animals or characters (like human sized mascot costumes). They call it F*urry F*andom.



There is even a portion of the Pl.ushies that engages in se.xual activity while in costume. Yes....they dress up like their animal and then have governing rules for mating. Like, dressed up dogs can't get with anyone dressed like cats. No cross breeding. While reading up on this stuff, I felt that I had learned entirely TOO MUCH. Needless to say, we chose not to bid on the convention.

I don't understand the group's motivation but I do respect the fact that these souls have found each other and are probably overall, very happy folks. They meet up with their friends once a year and have a great time. Doesn't mean I plan on donning an Easter Bunny suit anytime soon....but hey, different strokes for different strokes. And in my business, we just want heads in beds... even if they are a little fluffy.