Mishalak

I would love to write about my wonderful experience at Bubonicon this past weekend, but I think I do not have the required time while still awake. As is usual for lit-fandom conventions I stayed up to 1am and woke up around 7am each day due to the force of my usual habits. As an extrovert I am absolutely happy and ready to keep going for days since I have been hosed down with social contact and compliments over four days so at this moment I feel like I could write a book or become an astronaut if I just buckled down to it. In reality I am going to go to bed no later than 21:00 mountain daylight time because I know intellectually that I need to make up my sleep deficit. I hope that I will still be ready to take on the universe tomorrow morning so that I may clean my house to geek company standards (somewhat lower than judgmental parents), go out to get a few important school books, and finally write up my experiences.

I was out of time. It is always amazing how little time a couple whole days before a convention can turn into. Especially when trying to get together a costume. That is the story of so many things I planned on for Bubonicon this year and why they did not happen. The Madblood costume, the making of a nice cucumber salad, getting Weird Al's Albuquerque on the iTea, and so on. Many useful things did get done though. Like having music on the iTea at all and a nice transmitter that worked in Laura G___'s car. And I had a memory foam pillow for my bony behind which lead to much more comfortable driving and riding conditions for me. Next year I plan on having one for my boyfriend so he can sleep. I rarely can sleep on car journeys so my pillow will continue to add padding to my posterior that nature did not give me. Speaking of which I need to move it inside so this seat is more comfortable while I write all this.

Yes I am a sissy about such things as the comfort, I've got a great big supply of "I don't care what you think" for anyone who wants to tease me. I like comfort and I'm not ashamed of that!

So there was, as usual, a nice long trek to the convention in Albuquerque on Friday. We actually got going sometime before 8am so we were there by about quarter or half after four. Very nice. Next year we might even try for one hour earlier. Though I will have to do something, like have everything ready and wear out my boyfriend by <censored> and <TMI>ing him to exhaustion so he'll get to sleep at a reasonable hour on Thursday night. I don't think he'll mind too much.

There was a picnic in Raton, NM for lunch, that was very nice. Good tables. Richie got to see a ranting scary person talking about government mind control! I missed it as I was inside using the facilities. But it did mean that we were packed up in record time without me lifting a finger to haul coolers back to the cars. Yes, cars. Our group was of six people in two (small) SUVS, Timmy S___, Kaia S___, and Rose B___ along as well as the aforementioned Laura G___, my boyfriend, and myself.

And after hours of music, conversation, and switching drivers, passengers, and so on we were finally in the world famous Wyndham (soon to be a Sheraton) Hotel in Albuquerque, NM. And Richie and I had pre-paid memberships that I saved a bit of money on! Ten whole dollars! Though I still had to write my name on my badge I was so late in getting the money in. Next year I think I'll put in a bit earlier. Since it is all but certain that we'll go again. And the convention itself will be in totally different posts. But don't worry, I have notes. Incomprehensible tea and beer stained notes, but notes none the less for me to record what happened with great accuracy.