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Jun. 1st, 2004 09:57 am(from last night before bed)
It is a little past midnight, Monday/Tuesday. I should be exhausted. I am exhausted, except for the fact that I'm too keyed up to sleep. I was completed zonked on the plane, totally ready to get home and fall into bed. But I had to get off the plane, call Andrea, catch a taxi (amazingly painless), talk to Andrea all the way home (closest I've done yet to a con recap so far and we kept being sidetracked by inelligble boys in her life), paid the driver (less than I'd expected, even with overtipping :)
The con was...so good. I mean, fabulous. I think the only person that I didn't see who I'd wanted to meet was Alis Rassmuesen/Kate Elliot, and I'm not actually sure if she was there. I didn't actually meet Judy Moffet, but I did get to tell her where to find water. (which wasn't really a time I could say, "ohmigodiloveyourbookssomuch")
Everyone was so nice. Well, perhaps I should rephrase as 'no one was actively mean,' as I seem to currently be colored in a spectrum above Tempest's visual range, but hey, it's just my turn. Some day it will be your turn, and considering that I barely saw her and didn't have anything to say to her, it's all good.
I met the rest of the ratbastards and their ilk. Richard Butner still scares me, though slightly less now, but that didn't stop me from insisting that he dance for us.
I don't think I made a pest of myself to anyone, or said anything really stupid in a conversation (which I usually manage to do at least once). I did drink wildly on saturday night (by my standards--two amarettos and OJ, and a cider, though Hannah helped with the last two drinks. Alcohol kills germs!), but it wasn't nearly enough to make me tipsy (though I may blame the Jay Lake debacle on the booze (She's 22, Jay! Save yourself for Judy Garland!)).
I talked to most everyone I wanted to talk to, and (freudian slips aside), didn't push to talk to those I didn't know well enough to know if they wanted to talk to me or were just being polite. (It's probably a side effect of shyness. I'm always positive that people only talk to me because it's polite. I always end up talking to people and having a great time, and not being sure if they're just standing there hoping that I'm squashed a la Monty python. So I tend to err on the side of 'If they think I'm interesting and want to talk to me, they'll come find me." over "they'd tell me if they hated me." I just hope it doesn't get misread as "If I was interested in talking to you, I'd be talking to you." Shyness really sucks.)
So, that's my general recap. I'll try for a specifics one, but it probably won't happen. I move to my new place today. :) Well, actually I am moved. I just unpack tonight. but no computer access other than right here (and I'm only doing this because dreamweaver find and replace takes *ages*, so I can jump back and forth).
I didn't get free tea today, but the cute boy didn't see that I'd picked up a piece of tea cake, and said, "Oh, well, I didn't notice it when I was ringing you up." Which is so not a real answer, ;) And the cute boy here walked by my door and made the universal sign for loser, regarding the conversation we'd just been having about the con, so I got to retort "I hardly think a webgeek should be casting the first stone" I love cute boys. Have I mentioned that before?
It is a little past midnight, Monday/Tuesday. I should be exhausted. I am exhausted, except for the fact that I'm too keyed up to sleep. I was completed zonked on the plane, totally ready to get home and fall into bed. But I had to get off the plane, call Andrea, catch a taxi (amazingly painless), talk to Andrea all the way home (closest I've done yet to a con recap so far and we kept being sidetracked by inelligble boys in her life), paid the driver (less than I'd expected, even with overtipping :)
The con was...so good. I mean, fabulous. I think the only person that I didn't see who I'd wanted to meet was Alis Rassmuesen/Kate Elliot, and I'm not actually sure if she was there. I didn't actually meet Judy Moffet, but I did get to tell her where to find water. (which wasn't really a time I could say, "ohmigodiloveyourbookssomuch")
Everyone was so nice. Well, perhaps I should rephrase as 'no one was actively mean,' as I seem to currently be colored in a spectrum above Tempest's visual range, but hey, it's just my turn. Some day it will be your turn, and considering that I barely saw her and didn't have anything to say to her, it's all good.
I met the rest of the ratbastards and their ilk. Richard Butner still scares me, though slightly less now, but that didn't stop me from insisting that he dance for us.
I don't think I made a pest of myself to anyone, or said anything really stupid in a conversation (which I usually manage to do at least once). I did drink wildly on saturday night (by my standards--two amarettos and OJ, and a cider, though Hannah helped with the last two drinks. Alcohol kills germs!), but it wasn't nearly enough to make me tipsy (though I may blame the Jay Lake debacle on the booze (She's 22, Jay! Save yourself for Judy Garland!)).
I talked to most everyone I wanted to talk to, and (freudian slips aside), didn't push to talk to those I didn't know well enough to know if they wanted to talk to me or were just being polite. (It's probably a side effect of shyness. I'm always positive that people only talk to me because it's polite. I always end up talking to people and having a great time, and not being sure if they're just standing there hoping that I'm squashed a la Monty python. So I tend to err on the side of 'If they think I'm interesting and want to talk to me, they'll come find me." over "they'd tell me if they hated me." I just hope it doesn't get misread as "If I was interested in talking to you, I'd be talking to you." Shyness really sucks.)
So, that's my general recap. I'll try for a specifics one, but it probably won't happen. I move to my new place today. :) Well, actually I am moved. I just unpack tonight. but no computer access other than right here (and I'm only doing this because dreamweaver find and replace takes *ages*, so I can jump back and forth).
I didn't get free tea today, but the cute boy didn't see that I'd picked up a piece of tea cake, and said, "Oh, well, I didn't notice it when I was ringing you up." Which is so not a real answer, ;) And the cute boy here walked by my door and made the universal sign for loser, regarding the conversation we'd just been having about the con, so I got to retort "I hardly think a webgeek should be casting the first stone" I love cute boys. Have I mentioned that before?
