WindyCon 33 took place at the Wyndham O’Hare Hotel from November 10-12.
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Chicago Force rocks WindyCon!
On November 9, 2002, Chicago Force put on a room party at the 2002 WindyCon Convention, held in the Schaumberg Hyatt in, well, Schaumberg. The theme for this party was “Death Star Trash Compactor“, and the room was decorated appropriately. Guests entering the room were met by the dianoga, several large pieces (to brace the walls with, perhaps?), and of course, trash.
To say that the party was a success would be an understatement. We kicked it off at about 9:30 PM, and went until the wee hours of the morning, some how managing to esacpe the wrath of the elderly couple staying next door. The room was beautifully decorated due to the diligent work put in by the Chicago Force crew. Matt, Dave, Hazmatt, Thom, Phil, Ray, Heather, Shauna and even Devon from Milwaukee were all on hand to transform a tasteful hotel room into a pit of refuse. It was surprisingly a lot of work.
All that hard work paid of, though, when people came to visit. Practically everyone that ventured into our domain complimented us on our decor and attitude and although there was no official competition for Best Party, our exit polls indicated we would have won by a landslide.
But don’t take my word for it. See for yourself…
Oh, the humanity!
During Windycon 2000, a con which will live in infamy, Chicago Force was suddenly and deliberately attacked by the insidious nature of styrofoam packing peanuts.
Chicago Force had held peaceful room parties and, until that day, was still under the impression that decorating a hotel room to look like the planet Hoth was a Good Idea™.
Indeed, one hour after the room party had commenced, there was no indication of any problem with the chosen decoration. While in hindsight this was an inaccurate assumption, Chicago Force was still in the midst of false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.
The packing peanuts were tracked around the room.
The packing peanuts were tracked down the hall.
The packing peanuts were tracked into the elevators.
Always will we remember the character of the onslaught against us.
Hostilities existed. There was no blinking at the fact that that our people, our reputation and our stay at the hotel were in grave danger.
With confidence in our forces – with the unbounding determination of our people – we gained the inevitable triumph.
Since the unprovoked and dastardly attack, a state of war has existed between Chicago Force and sytrofoam peanuts.