DASFA Election Results

Due to not having anything to do in town on Friday (except laundry and ironing) my weekend started on Saturday when I traveled into town to meeting up with housespinner. We meet up at Chessman Park and hung out with some of his friends at the nearby Diedrick's Coffeehouse. We talked of nothing in particular, though the subject of Denver and other cities came up. I related my experiences in San Francisco, of course. As it was getting close to time to head off to DASFA I trying to reach celtane again, I thought he might have fun with this little group or at DASFA, but I learned later he was busy with something. At about 5pm we parted ways because they were headed out to dance at Tracks and I was headed for DASFA.

The MileHiCon convention committee meeting was useful and productive, though it is mostly ideas and speculation since we are 11 months out from the next one. The DASFA meeting was more exciting, if that is the right word. It was time for nominations for officers and there were a lot of people not volunteering. Instead of the Editor job grenade I thought I would be throwing myself on I am going to be the Director of DASFA once again. Scary biscuits. I hope after nearly two years out of it that I shall be able to approach the job with renewed vigor, a bit of perspective, and the knowledge that if come November of next year I'm not happy with it I better quit rather than exploding all over a public stage. It only works to throw yourself on a grenade if won't blow you to bits or thing really will kill everyone else who could step up to doing it. The latter does not apply to DASFA.

I didn't immediately go the party afterward. The impending death of armoire_man has some of them not feeling super social at times. So six of us went to Perkins instead and then I went with spudicus to the Dead Dog party. It was crowded in part due to the small nature of the apartment and to having perhaps more people than usual. I did not mind it being crowded one bit, that's how parties should be. And Paul was very good to step up to have the party.

We have a backup guy for the coming year, but I cannot help but wonder out loud if we don't need a better system. People feel shy about having all the DASFAns over. I don't believe that I'm talking out to school to say that not everyone loves everyone else in DASFA. I bet there are people who don't totally like me, especially when I'm in a foul mood. That is not a troll for complements, I'm stating a fact, we're human and we don't get along like faithful angels.

Three possibilities. We go along as we are and it turns out we don't have to change. Possibility two, we should try some different techniques to make hosting a party less of a chore and/or less scary. For example making sure that people who get along will be together at the host's Dead Dog for sure so they can better put up with people who are not at their best or having a crew of people to come help clean so the host won't feel embarrassed to have his/her home seen by the public. Possibility three, we sometimes agree on a restaurant to meet in and make a reservation. For example the Perkins at Colorado Blvd. or Racine's and have that be the Dead Dog, we don't always have to have a house party. Just a place open late enough and tolerant of having us take up a largish section.

Well I had a "Stinger" beer, wheat with honey that I didn't care for. Too... mild in taste for me. I like beers with more barley in them apparently no matter their honey content, but I am happy I bought the six pack to try and share. Dropped Timmy back home and then finally crashed on friendly_drelb's couch. That was my Electoral Third Saturday.