Well, I'm back.
Apr. 18th, 2006 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gementSurvived the con! It was generally fun, though a let-down from last year. This is not surprising, since last year I attended with a madly adored and adoring partner, so I was punch drunk on Happy Relationship. This time, in comparison, everything seemed a little dulled and mundane, and I stayed up too late on Saturday night feeling lonely in a room full of snuggling people while being snuggled, which is just dumb.
Relationships: I had a totally unexpected blind date on Friday night, which was surprising and quite fun. I renewed a lot of snuggling acquaintanceships. I had a roommate who passed me like a ship in the night... I think we were both conscious and in the room for a total of half an hour all weekend, so really it was like having my own room.
Fashion update: I managed to forget the Glorious Coat that I bought at last year's con (hanging on the mop, all ready to go, and I just didn't grab it!), but it was being worn by everyone else this year anyway, so letting it age another year is fine. I packed my full makeup kit and then never even powdered my face. Saturday I wore my Greenwood Space Travel Supply Company t-shirt, and several people actually asked about it, so I got to tell them! Saturday I also boyed up, but I'm so far from passing that people can't tell I'm trying, which was most of my depression on Saturday night.
Food: I learned just how well I've been eating lately, because even packing in half of my own food (canned soup, wheat bread, tuna fish, eggs, fruit), I got constipation and two migraines from eating too little fiber and too much sugar at the con. By the way, did you know that you can warm a can of soup by putting it in a sink full of hot water for half an hour? I couldn't find a microwave.
Exercise: Some of you are aware that I've been "Vimesing" the stairs since fall. In the tenacious manner of Commander Vimes, I have been taking the stairs unless it would aggravate an injury, which adds about five flights (up) over the course of an average school day. So... my hotel room was on the 12th floor. I took the elevator up once and down twice. I DID IT! I was awfully proud of myself. Admittedly, this really cut down on casual trips to my room.
Dealer's Room: T-shirts for my friend the physics professor, for Jason, and for Dad (shh, don't tell him!). For myself, one sharp shiny from the knife dealer and four used books from the largest of the lovely floating book stores - I got the Tripod trilogy from my childhood and the proper cover of Stranger in a Strange Land, the one I read first. She didn't have the Greensky trilogy on the shelf, but she said to check the online store, and I think I really will this time.
I succeeded in NOT buying any shiny silver jewelry that I will continue not to wear. This was difficult, as they had a silver ankh for ten bucks ("For ten bucks you're lucky it's real metal.") and a lovely tri-point silver knot for the same. And I managed to walk away, go me! I tried on a corset, which really messed with my head since I was in boy-space at the time, and remembered just how astoundingly comfortable they are and how much I like looking at my artificial waist. Sigh. The one Wendy made for me is now larger than my waist.
Childish Delights: I got to hear Vixy sing live! I hadn't before. It was delightful, and I need recordings of several of the faster songs. On Saturday morning, I got to eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch (the childhood forbidden grail of cereal!) and watch Jackie Chan's cartoon show, which is a crack-up. On Sunday morning, I picked a fight with a blesseder-than-thou panelist who was going off about Christianity being the root of all female oppression and how few people have magickal Talent. Fun had all around.
Childish Delights II: Then I came home and the Easter Bunny had hidden a basket for me! In the aforementioned Glorious Coat, which Jason had thoughtfully hung back up in my closet, with an Easter gift t-shirt hung inside it, with the basket hung inside that. (My mom mailed the basket and asked him to hide it for me.) To add to my delight, he took some of the small and colorful items out of the basket and placed them around the house in highly visible places - on the couch, the phone, the computer monitor, the calendar, hanging from a hook in the kitchen... There was Easter all over!
This year's totally above and beyond haul was dark chocolate, toe-curlingly sexy office supplies, a pirate t-shirt from the Virgin Islands (My name is Roger and I'll be flogging you today), a prurient button (Help! This button is pinned to my nipple!), Life of Brian, Graceland, and Archie McPhee's breath spray that apparently is supposed to help me understand what my mother is saying.
We failed to watch Life of Brian on Easter Sunday itself (another year the tradition is broken, sigh), but that was because we had a Jackie Chan movie to finish. It was a good day, a really really good day.
Relationships: I had a totally unexpected blind date on Friday night, which was surprising and quite fun. I renewed a lot of snuggling acquaintanceships. I had a roommate who passed me like a ship in the night... I think we were both conscious and in the room for a total of half an hour all weekend, so really it was like having my own room.
Fashion update: I managed to forget the Glorious Coat that I bought at last year's con (hanging on the mop, all ready to go, and I just didn't grab it!), but it was being worn by everyone else this year anyway, so letting it age another year is fine. I packed my full makeup kit and then never even powdered my face. Saturday I wore my Greenwood Space Travel Supply Company t-shirt, and several people actually asked about it, so I got to tell them! Saturday I also boyed up, but I'm so far from passing that people can't tell I'm trying, which was most of my depression on Saturday night.
Food: I learned just how well I've been eating lately, because even packing in half of my own food (canned soup, wheat bread, tuna fish, eggs, fruit), I got constipation and two migraines from eating too little fiber and too much sugar at the con. By the way, did you know that you can warm a can of soup by putting it in a sink full of hot water for half an hour? I couldn't find a microwave.
Exercise: Some of you are aware that I've been "Vimesing" the stairs since fall. In the tenacious manner of Commander Vimes, I have been taking the stairs unless it would aggravate an injury, which adds about five flights (up) over the course of an average school day. So... my hotel room was on the 12th floor. I took the elevator up once and down twice. I DID IT! I was awfully proud of myself. Admittedly, this really cut down on casual trips to my room.
Dealer's Room: T-shirts for my friend the physics professor, for Jason, and for Dad (shh, don't tell him!). For myself, one sharp shiny from the knife dealer and four used books from the largest of the lovely floating book stores - I got the Tripod trilogy from my childhood and the proper cover of Stranger in a Strange Land, the one I read first. She didn't have the Greensky trilogy on the shelf, but she said to check the online store, and I think I really will this time.
I succeeded in NOT buying any shiny silver jewelry that I will continue not to wear. This was difficult, as they had a silver ankh for ten bucks ("For ten bucks you're lucky it's real metal.") and a lovely tri-point silver knot for the same. And I managed to walk away, go me! I tried on a corset, which really messed with my head since I was in boy-space at the time, and remembered just how astoundingly comfortable they are and how much I like looking at my artificial waist. Sigh. The one Wendy made for me is now larger than my waist.
Childish Delights: I got to hear Vixy sing live! I hadn't before. It was delightful, and I need recordings of several of the faster songs. On Saturday morning, I got to eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch (the childhood forbidden grail of cereal!) and watch Jackie Chan's cartoon show, which is a crack-up. On Sunday morning, I picked a fight with a blesseder-than-thou panelist who was going off about Christianity being the root of all female oppression and how few people have magickal Talent. Fun had all around.
Childish Delights II: Then I came home and the Easter Bunny had hidden a basket for me! In the aforementioned Glorious Coat, which Jason had thoughtfully hung back up in my closet, with an Easter gift t-shirt hung inside it, with the basket hung inside that. (My mom mailed the basket and asked him to hide it for me.) To add to my delight, he took some of the small and colorful items out of the basket and placed them around the house in highly visible places - on the couch, the phone, the computer monitor, the calendar, hanging from a hook in the kitchen... There was Easter all over!
This year's totally above and beyond haul was dark chocolate, toe-curlingly sexy office supplies, a pirate t-shirt from the Virgin Islands (My name is Roger and I'll be flogging you today), a prurient button (Help! This button is pinned to my nipple!), Life of Brian, Graceland, and Archie McPhee's breath spray that apparently is supposed to help me understand what my mother is saying.
We failed to watch Life of Brian on Easter Sunday itself (another year the tradition is broken, sigh), but that was because we had a Jackie Chan movie to finish. It was a good day, a really really good day.
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Date: 2006-04-18 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 04:13 pm (UTC)wish I could see the old norwescon crowd again
cons here are soooooo very differeent, but then most things here are
and easter sounded like such fun!
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Date: 2006-04-20 03:39 am (UTC)Hip hop hooray!
ps. we should see each other in person some time. Perhaps we can arrange something when you're in the mood to be 8 again?