Take some advice from me. The food at the Crowne Plaza left much to be desired, and we ended up going offsite to eat. I had a hamburger at the Hotel that was the consistency of a hockey puck, but fortunately the hotel staff was kind enough to shuttle us to a Quizinos.

The hotel also now had ONE working elevator for the rest of the weekend.

My sister and I are on the 8th Floor. It's hot, it's humid and we're not walking up 8 flights of stairs just to come right back down again, so we eat in the lobby with a few friends.

Then it's time for the Dessert Party Free for All.

It's then my sister and I notice something about Don Davis.

He's an evil, evil man.

I mean that in a good way, I hope you understand, but he's dangerous. He's the Good Ole Country Boy your Mamma warned you about.

He radiates this "Aw shucks, Ma'am. I'm just a po' boy from the Ozarks who ended up making Major Motion Pictures in Hollywood just 'cause I could fall off a horse without hurting myself" charm.

Then Don will throw out a few self-deprecating comments, (e.g. 'I had a handlebar moustache as the woman I was married to then wanted to see as little of my face as possible') and every woman in the audience will quiver their chins, do an impersonation of a wounded dove and try to do everything possible in their power to help him with his self-esteem.

"Oooooooooooooooooh."

Next con you go to that Don is at, watch him. He's really smooth, much like Kentucky Bourbon.

Anyway back to the dessert party. It's a mad free-for-all, and very tightly packed. You get to know a few of your con buddies a little TOO well during this. Peter Williams is late, but Alexis and Don are making the rounds at the table. Fortunately, Ryan is keeping us entertained.

When Don gets to our table, Dori wants to talk to him about his self-deprecating comments. It's like Stargate Meets Dr. Phil, because Phil's big, he's bald and he's from Texas.

"Oooooh"...

"You don't see yourself how everyone else sees you!" Dori insists.

Then begins a rather interesting conversation about Don being a powerlifter when he was younger and how he was perfectly proportioned, so he didn't appear to be a "Big" guy. (Get your mind outta the gutter! This is a G-Rated Website!)

My sister asked, "What do you think about being known as a Boy Toy?"

[Selmak.Org has an animated banner in which Selmak jumps into a picture of her each of boys and screeches "BOY TOY!" See below.

Since then the Don Davis, Carmen Argenziano and Tony Amendola are Boy Toys rallying cry is heard at many a con, usually yelled by a drunk fan grrrl who is about to slide underneath the table. (Before you ask, it wasn't me!)

This is the first time that I think that a Selmak Boy Toy has been asked this particular question. For the record, we're using the Boy Toy definition of an older lady (Selmak) taking a shine to a much younger male (Jake, George, Bra'tac as let's be honest, Sel is 2,000 years old).]

He blushed charmingly, but then again, that blush could be part of the Don "Awww Shucks, Ma'am" Mystique.

"I have to admit that it's the first time I've been called that."

There are two girls at our table, and they dance for Don. They're really cute, so we all applaud.

Then Don tells us a story that I've never heard before, but one day Peter Deluise thought he was all that, because he could do five one handed push ups.

Silly boy!

Don (I'm not sure about the order of this) walked down a flight of steps on his hands, did ten right handed pushups, then ten left handed pushups and then powerlifted Peter Deluise.

Repeatedly.

To quote one of my friends from the Carmen email group.

"My, my, my, I think I'm having my own personal summah!"

Then he has to leave for another table.

But not before he's asked one very important question.

"Could you powerlift Dori?"

Dori shrieks, while Don assures us that he could powerlift her one-handed.

Peter Williams still hasn't gotten to our table, and it's quite late, so my sister and I leave for the night. Later on, I find out that they had closed the room where the dessert party was so Peter took the party to the lobby, which infuriated a bride who had apparently wanted to take photos in the lobby.

She was heard making comments about all the sci-fi geeks.

Get a life, BrideZilla!