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or, "if my hand ends up in your crotch, I apologize in advance."
Wow.
Got home about an hour and a half ago from the first Dragoncon in nine years where I played instead of working my ass off. This? Is a convention you need to train for. I walked endless miles, got seriously dehydrated, ran the emotional gamut from bliss to devastation, and in retrospect wouldn't trade a bit of it for anything.
Okay, strike that. If I could do it *without* the stupid drunks at the Pirate Party (not the two captains that might be reading this you understand...the *stupid* drunks), I would happily make that trade.
And actually getting to *sing* karaoke. Next year I think I want to check out Klingon Karaoke. There might not be sake', but getting to sing would be less complicated. (And this is not a slam on your organization skills,
happygoth, so *shh*! Shit happens, particularly when you're trying to herd cats.)
The most overwhelming part of the weekend was undoubtedly the freedom.
laughingimp and I went to a concert Thursday night featuring the Rum Runners and Emerald Rose, and sitting there listening to Queen of Argyll I started to cry. Emerald Rose's music is so powerfully beautiful under ordinary circumstances - but sitting there with
laughingimp and
bard_wench I couldn't think of anything I'd rather be doing or anyone I'd rather be doing it with.
I was blissfully happy. And based on how the rest of the weekend spun out, this is apparently an emotion I'm still somewhat leery of trusting. A point which was driven home on Monday - *again* by Emerald Rose - during their last concourse show. "Freya Shakti" set me off on another round of tears...culminating in a rather profound (for me) spiritual experience.
Now I just need to figure out if the lesson will stick this time, or if I'm still riding the Goddess' short bus.
(More later...I promise. Things are just getting a little distracting around here right now.)
Wow.
Got home about an hour and a half ago from the first Dragoncon in nine years where I played instead of working my ass off. This? Is a convention you need to train for. I walked endless miles, got seriously dehydrated, ran the emotional gamut from bliss to devastation, and in retrospect wouldn't trade a bit of it for anything.
Okay, strike that. If I could do it *without* the stupid drunks at the Pirate Party (not the two captains that might be reading this you understand...the *stupid* drunks), I would happily make that trade.
And actually getting to *sing* karaoke. Next year I think I want to check out Klingon Karaoke. There might not be sake', but getting to sing would be less complicated. (And this is not a slam on your organization skills,
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The most overwhelming part of the weekend was undoubtedly the freedom.
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I was blissfully happy. And based on how the rest of the weekend spun out, this is apparently an emotion I'm still somewhat leery of trusting. A point which was driven home on Monday - *again* by Emerald Rose - during their last concourse show. "Freya Shakti" set me off on another round of tears...culminating in a rather profound (for me) spiritual experience.
Now I just need to figure out if the lesson will stick this time, or if I'm still riding the Goddess' short bus.
(More later...I promise. Things are just getting a little distracting around here right now.)
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3/9/08 00:37 (UTC)Klingon Karaoke? I am intrigued :O
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3/9/08 02:15 (UTC)And yeah - being a civilian at the con both rocked and was completely overwhelming all at the same time. *g*