I don't even know where to start this entry. I think I'm suffering from some post-event letdown. Not a full depression, of course...it's a weird mix of relief and sorrow. JournalCon was basically the biggest party I've ever thrown, and as awesome as it was, I'm so very glad to not have to worry about any details for awhile.
It was awesome, you guys. I keep trying to come up with other ways to say it but there just aren't any. My brain is still too tired to come up with anything else.
There's all these moments that I want to capture and keep in my head forever, stories that I need to write down when I start scrapbooking the 150+ pictures I took. Or hey, maybe even write them down in my online brain puke repository.
Like that 20 minutes I spent curled up in bed with Weetabix before dashing out to dinner on Saturday, the first bit of quiet we had to talk about how things were going and how much fun we were having. We've been through the fire together, Miss Weet and I, and she will pretty much be my friend forever (whether she likes it or not). Also, we've discovered we're pretty much the same person, which should truly worry you all.
Or there was that couple of hours I spent at Hennessy's with Pratt and Arianne and Mary Ann and Marigold Mind and Meg and LA and Dichroic, drinking myself into silliness and laughing hysterically over the fact that Pratt had just emailed a picture of my cleavage to Kevin via his cell phone.
And hey, how about that poker game with Chuck and Beth? I have never in my life felt so comfortable calling such a cranky man a dumbass before, but hey, he shouldn't have gone all in over and over and OVER again. (And dude, you totally lost the first one to your wife. I was the second one to hand your ass to you.) That poker idea was my best idea ever, and it allowed me to hang out and bond with Xeney and Maya and MoPie and KarenD way more than I would have. Also, KarenD and Xeney are the best bluffers ever. Thank God the chips were worth nothing, or I would be living on the street right now.
And I LOVED the expression on Jessi's man's face when I switched from calling him Thumper to "Mr. Jessi", almost as much as I loved being slammed against the wall by MoPie when she was demanding gossip from me. Chauffi was, as always, both the life of the party and the demander of pancakes, and we all love him for it.
Hearing Kymm's laugh ring across the room made me smile every damn time, and seeing Mare smile a real, happy smile made my heart swell more than a little. And do I really need to mention how fucking cool Pablo is?
Fucking with Trance and torturing her with wet willies brought me inordinate pleasure, as did getting to see that Cruel-Irony really is teeny tiny (she's a pocket blogger!). Amanda got me hooked on Australian Crack, and I love the fact that she felt the need to photograph my bumper stickers.
And oh, how happy I am to have met fredlet (who bought us all a huge comfort food lunch despite our protestations) and Ray (who is pretty much the nicest, coolest guy ever). I'm beyond thrilled that I've managed to meet oodles of SoCal journalers living here (Jecca, when are we going to see The Mikado together? Poola-Girl, wanna come with?) and in Los Angeles, and so I won't have to wait a full year to see most of them again. Meg, want to join Arianne and I for Roscoe-Con??
I got to go to Cafe Sevilla, finally, after years of craving it, and I got to go there with Bozoette Mary, who I still wish I had gotten to run away to the circus with.
There's a bunch of people I didn't get to spend as much time with as I would have liked, people I consider my friends, people I have spent time with before. But they had a good time too, those gorgeous friends of mine....Science-Girl and Deb and Hez and a bunch of other people I'm sure I will regret not mentioning tomorrow morning. And the other new faces I met, Carol Elaine and ThatGrrl and dashby (I'm sorry, I meant to write -b) and Montykins, who I did not know grew up down here.
The view is definitely different from the organizer side of the crowd. I spent a lot of time worrying about everyone having a good time, but I spent just as much time making sure I had a good time, and I think that was essential to the general awesomeness.
I said at one point during the weekend that JournalCon really just comes down to boobs and booze, but I was wrong. What it comes down to is conversations and sharing good meals and hanging out with your new best friends and analyzing this crazy internet writing thing we all do while trying to figure out when we will all be able to get together again because one weekend a year just isn't enough. The booze and the boobs are just a bonus.
Thanks, you guys. You made the weekend better than I could have hoped it would be. And you totally make melook hot.
It was awesome, you guys. I keep trying to come up with other ways to say it but there just aren't any. My brain is still too tired to come up with anything else.
There's all these moments that I want to capture and keep in my head forever, stories that I need to write down when I start scrapbooking the 150+ pictures I took. Or hey, maybe even write them down in my online brain puke repository.
Like that 20 minutes I spent curled up in bed with Weetabix before dashing out to dinner on Saturday, the first bit of quiet we had to talk about how things were going and how much fun we were having. We've been through the fire together, Miss Weet and I, and she will pretty much be my friend forever (whether she likes it or not). Also, we've discovered we're pretty much the same person, which should truly worry you all.
Or there was that couple of hours I spent at Hennessy's with Pratt and Arianne and Mary Ann and Marigold Mind and Meg and LA and Dichroic, drinking myself into silliness and laughing hysterically over the fact that Pratt had just emailed a picture of my cleavage to Kevin via his cell phone.
And hey, how about that poker game with Chuck and Beth? I have never in my life felt so comfortable calling such a cranky man a dumbass before, but hey, he shouldn't have gone all in over and over and OVER again. (And dude, you totally lost the first one to your wife. I was the second one to hand your ass to you.) That poker idea was my best idea ever, and it allowed me to hang out and bond with Xeney and Maya and MoPie and KarenD way more than I would have. Also, KarenD and Xeney are the best bluffers ever. Thank God the chips were worth nothing, or I would be living on the street right now.
And I LOVED the expression on Jessi's man's face when I switched from calling him Thumper to "Mr. Jessi", almost as much as I loved being slammed against the wall by MoPie when she was demanding gossip from me. Chauffi was, as always, both the life of the party and the demander of pancakes, and we all love him for it.
Hearing Kymm's laugh ring across the room made me smile every damn time, and seeing Mare smile a real, happy smile made my heart swell more than a little. And do I really need to mention how fucking cool Pablo is?
Fucking with Trance and torturing her with wet willies brought me inordinate pleasure, as did getting to see that Cruel-Irony really is teeny tiny (she's a pocket blogger!). Amanda got me hooked on Australian Crack, and I love the fact that she felt the need to photograph my bumper stickers.
And oh, how happy I am to have met fredlet (who bought us all a huge comfort food lunch despite our protestations) and Ray (who is pretty much the nicest, coolest guy ever). I'm beyond thrilled that I've managed to meet oodles of SoCal journalers living here (Jecca, when are we going to see The Mikado together? Poola-Girl, wanna come with?) and in Los Angeles, and so I won't have to wait a full year to see most of them again. Meg, want to join Arianne and I for Roscoe-Con??
I got to go to Cafe Sevilla, finally, after years of craving it, and I got to go there with Bozoette Mary, who I still wish I had gotten to run away to the circus with.
There's a bunch of people I didn't get to spend as much time with as I would have liked, people I consider my friends, people I have spent time with before. But they had a good time too, those gorgeous friends of mine....Science-Girl and Deb and Hez and a bunch of other people I'm sure I will regret not mentioning tomorrow morning. And the other new faces I met, Carol Elaine and ThatGrrl and dashby (I'm sorry, I meant to write -b) and Montykins, who I did not know grew up down here.
The view is definitely different from the organizer side of the crowd. I spent a lot of time worrying about everyone having a good time, but I spent just as much time making sure I had a good time, and I think that was essential to the general awesomeness.
I said at one point during the weekend that JournalCon really just comes down to boobs and booze, but I was wrong. What it comes down to is conversations and sharing good meals and hanging out with your new best friends and analyzing this crazy internet writing thing we all do while trying to figure out when we will all be able to get together again because one weekend a year just isn't enough. The booze and the boobs are just a bonus.
Thanks, you guys. You made the weekend better than I could have hoped it would be. And you totally make me
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