My reports tend to be incoherent at best. Apologies for lack of linearity here.

What I really wanted to go see there was Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind, or TMLMTBGB for short. 30 plays in 60 minutes, with the order chosen by "Whoever yells a number first after the previous one ends"! Last year was more profound, this year had more sexy content. Also, much of the action took place below the high-water line of the people's heads in front of me. Sorien bailed in the middle of the line to go have some Real Lunch so next year my plan to drag people in must continue. Ideally with Moriars!

My favorite entry was #9, Blind Date: You Don't Have To Do It 'Cause We're Doing It For You!
Two performers went to the front row and politely asked for two wallets, then introduced themselves based on what they found inside. Including a strangely specific address. Also, "I...like going to California a lot!" "Well, I have health insurance." "Me too! We totally have that in common!"

#17, What Women Want. 45 seconds of the lady doing something of a lapdance for one of the female audience members who sat unwarily close to the aisle. Then "You're too skinny. I'm going to get you some ice cream."

The one aimed at MFF the most was #26, as we take a collective moment to be sufficiently affected by the profundity of our own lives. The woman from #17 slowly, sadly, puts on a Big Bird suit accompanied by slow, sad music.

Aside from the aforementioned Sorien most of the people I knew were in the Dealer's Den, complicating conversation. Saw Nambroth and Likeshine and Painteddog and Art Lady #2 (Sandra Bong was there, Stephanie Lynn was out somewhere) and had a short arguement about the Grand Porn Dragon at the Furoticon booth.
Parade was pretty interesting. Got a good place to stand by virtue of showing up in a timely manner. Recognized many birds and a couple mammals in the cavalcade of fursuits. :D
Discovered that my 3DS can only store 10 souls at a time, so it needed to be poked a few times through the day. One had a very convincing cheetah and I got Merystic's soul when I was going down to my car.

Mostly I was wandering quietly. The only conversation I entered in a productive way was two people asking "What would birds say if we knew their language?" Aside from the obvious bird-psychology answers I got to talk about Nambroth's chickens and O. Scrivener's bird tales.

Too cold this year to expose the Tyger Tyger t-shirt. Was in the Dolphin TF Sweatshirt the entire time.

Sorien was quite enthusiastic about the animal rescue charity that brought in a basket of kittens. So was everyone else, allegedly: the lady running the desk came up before TMLMTBGB and announced how happy she was with all of us because "we pet the SHIT out of those kittens!" There was a round of ambivalence at that particular phrase.

Also, analog text adventures. Need to find if "zork" means anything to my local group.