Bubonicon Summed Up

And what happened then…? Well, in Bubonicon they say that the Mishalak’s liver grew three sizes that night! And the true meaning of the convention came through, and the Mishalak found the wakefulness of three Mishalaks… plus two. For he stayed awake until an hour past midnight, for the parties on Friday, on Saturday, and even the Dead Dog on Sunday. All while drinking and giving away ale and mead. Yes, and he woke in time to get a burrito in the consuite at nine and to snooch doughnuts in the art show at ten. Yes, he was a fabulous Mishalak who changed outfits three times a day and never took a nap. Happy convention to all, and now I am going to pass out dreaming of the next one.


I am home and my little house is safe and I am unpacking left over cheese. I did take a lovely strange blue cheese, and a nice pecorino romano, and there was cheese left over from the tea. Oh such nice foods I ate this year. And what lovely conversations I had. And I am wanted to be The Monarch to a friend’s Dr. Venture. I have to think that over. Also… I had FUN! And Tardis blue is the color of the year.

More and pictures later when I am not about to fall asleep at my keyboard.