Friday. That morning, I was strangely wiped. More so than I would have been from just getting to bed late. After finally finally getting going, I stopped at Trader Joes, and loaded up on Emergen-C and Airborne, and then did a half-day at work. The back down to SeaTac. I got the last parking spot in the regular lot, then met Omaha, Raven, and
Saturday. Again up at noon, back down to SeaTac yet again. Once again, I snagged the only open stall in the lot. Much more crowds. Lot of gorgeous people. Many more people that I knew in passing. Good talk with Omaha. I did my Dealers Den shopping, picking up a Maxwell's Equations T-shirt that I have wanted for over 15 years, a copy of the The Incredibles DVD, and a XXXenophile ashcan that I got signed by Phil Foglio.
I finally got to tour the artshow, once myself, and then again with Elf and Kouryou. She kept asking what each picture was, at which point we would ask her "what do you see?", and she would do a good job of seeing and explaining what she saw in each one.
A whole crew of us (including
The authors readings for Talebones magazine was pretty fun. Then a bit of shuffling around, and then Omaha and I hit the dance floor hard. Joined by Tahlia and Keith, et al, and later also by Beth. The music set started kinda lame (at least by our standards, the darkwave fans loved it), but at midnight it got good, doing "Timewarp" and ""Sweet Transvestite, "It's the End of the World as We Know It (But I Feel Fine)", "Burning Times", "Bad Touch" (aka "Ain't Nothing But Mammals"), "Rasputian", "Closer", and "Rio".
My feet and legs hurt. But it was worth it.