Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

SUNDAY: I spent more time catching up with people, saw the dealers' room, caught up with dealers, nibbled enough in the con suite to postpone breakfast hunger, found out who a few people on my LJ friends list are (a couple of folks I knew but didn't know which people they were, and a couple of folks I'd never met in person before), lost track of time and missed programming, got hooked up with a ride home, tried to answer the question Debbie asked me and failed due to each of us getting repeatedly interrupted (I'm just going to have to make a road trip to Toronto one of these days), took some snapshots of all of Urban Tapestry sitting together, was told to get ready to go home, and got my stuff together to load the car.

Okay, there was more in there, but it felt about that fast. I wanted to go to open filking or the n-shots, but wound up spending so much time just catching up with people that there wasn't a lot of time left over for programming. And there was the matter of finding the person suggested as a possible ride (which was solved by our being introduced to each other just as I was about to go looking for her), and fetching my luggage out of the room, and just random last-day-of-con headspace stuff.

I need to see y'all more often, (including the folks I only got a chance to say hello to and never had time to really sit and talk (*pout*)) so that catching up doesn't take quite so long each time. Hell, I need to see y'all more often just because I like you.

Several conversations were started and interrupted and never gotten back to. *sigh* But I did get to witness a performance of the Hockey Monkey song in the hotel driveway.

We pulled out at an hour that seemed way too early based on how little convention there'd been in my convention weekend, the number of folks I hadn't finished saying hello to, and how long it'd been since I'd had a chance to hang out; but I have to admit that it was a very sane hour to start a nine-hour drive home! So my complaint is not that I had to leave too early, but rather that I did not feel ready to leave when it was reasonable to do so.

The ride home went by fairly quickly -- I only slept for about half an hour of it, but the conversation kept me feeling perky-ish and made the time pass easily. If waiting for that first bus hadn't been enough to remind me why I usually drive to Boston, the ride home would've done it. So the weekend that started with meeting interesting people on the bus ended with meeting and enjoying conversation with people in the car. And I'm much more likely to be able to actually keep in touch with the folks from the ride home -- after all, you're both on LiveJournal and both go to filk conventions!

(And I must say, aiglet's car was quite pleasant to drive. Nice and smooth. More so than I expect from something that size. And a lot quieter and smoother than my falling-apart car.)

Then I had to argue with the elevator to the parking garage to fetch my car. Eventually the garage attendant came up the stairs, explained that homeless people like to sleep in the elevator, and led me through the locked fire-exit gate to an elevator platform inside. Doggone it, if they're going to turn off the outside elevator stop, they should POST A SIGN and tell people to bang on the security gate (or better yet, install a doorbell) or something. It took me twenty minutes to get into the garage. It took me five minutes to pay the fee and drive all the way home. (Yes, in the dark, before I got my taillights fixed ... well lit streets, a very short trip, an almost-no-traffic time of night, and I didn't see a good alternative -- so I just kept my fingers crossed.)

And that was my ConCertino; at least the level of detail I can pull up very quickly right now. I'm already looking forward to Conterpoint in June 2004. I should be able to bring a wider assortment of instruments to that. (Even the whole "wall of instruments" / "instrument petting zoo" if the concom would like that.)