This has been my first convention period, let alone my first fur con. It was really fun, even if I was so overwhelmed and left rather exhausted from all the awesomeness. Despite not being social enough to have met very many of the myriad of new faces, I really enjoyed meeting those I did meet as well as seeing the very few I already knew there.
As a matter of fact, I cannot stress enough how epic it was in as well as out of the convention! From running into 2 in the stairwell at the hotel (much to the envy of a friend who couldn't make it) to seeing a four floor zigzag of elevators at a nearby mall (something I've seen nothing like in Montgomery), and from the fursuit dance competition to hanging out with a friend haven't met in two years, it was pure awesome! To add to that there was a St. Patrick's Day parade and an anime convention going on close by, so the streets were full of Furries, Otaku, and people wearing kilts(though I think of kilts as more of a Scottish than Irish thing, even if the Scotts are not the only ones to wear kilts) and/or various St. Patrick's themed shirts.... it was truly a glorious sight to behold! My roommates seem to think they creeped me out or something, but to be honest, if I knew what I knew now, I would still have them as roommates.
Of coarse this awesome convention had to end, and I had to leave the fun(though panhandler ridden) city of Atlanta. Now I sit here with with my first post-con depression. In addition, I saw so many fursuits at FWA that I keep expecting anyone wearing a brightly colored shirt in my peripheral vision to be a fursuiter, but alas, I turn my head and it's only a brightly colored shirt! And so the mundane world reasserts itself upon me as life marches on to a decidedly boring drumbeat...