Dragoncon

[telaryn]

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.)

Comments

[telaryn.livejournal.com]

That's good to know. Things were tense when I told them I wouldn't be working, but I gave them enough advance notice that it didn't seem to put them in a real bind.

And I think ultimately the owner (a long time friend) understood where I was coming from with my decision.

So...what t-shirts did they get you for? Just curious.

As for the room - honey, I'm just so glad it worked out for both of us. You were literally the first person I thought of when Imp and I decided we had to budget-cut.

(yes, ridiculously huge! holy frak!)