Wednesday - I drove for 5 hours and picked up sekh at noon and then discovered the united debacle once we got to the downtown area. Killed another 5 hours handling for andreus with frozen and taking pictures until I had to play taxi again to siv and syrinx and faust, which was fine until I got lost and had to drive up a literal mountain goat trail to get us back to the city. Got to room, went to bed early I think, cant remember.

Thursday - Got up and got some brekkie and did some more waiting for pitchy to show up so I could show him to our room and get his stuff dumped off. Afterward I took him to the zoo to be accosted by sekh and chiswick in suit. Did some other shit, a while after that it was time for an amazing dinner at sharp edge where I took pictures. There were a lot of pictures taken.

Friday - Lots of wandering around, lots of brief encounters with friends, it was a scattered first day of the con for me until the evening when I linked up with felix, nightwish, syr and bunnys to go and drink on the roof of a restaurant straight across from the courtyard that had always looked really expensive but was in fact, not, and turned out to have really good food and booze. After that I handled for sekh while he burded with chis and lost, and then it was bedtime.

Saturday - I barely remember saturday. I remember the parade and being pissed at the guys down the line from me that got into every single one of my shots of it. I remember dinner at august henry's and ppl splitting off to do masquerade things? And I remember playing snake oil and spy party while drinking more and more booze. I also remember a rave party and some very gay things happening there that I shan't elaborate on here. Saturday was good.

Sunday - The eve of ultimate sadness. One last dinner, one last day to hang, one last gaming session, one last time taking pictures of fuzzies. There was some drama about a guy we were going to let room with us for one night since he was stranded. That annoyed me considerably. The night passed without event.

Monday - The final form of monday, the ultimate monster of despair and impending loneliness. Bagels and hugs goodbye, followed by a stressful exit from the parking lot and a long drive home.

All problems aside, I got the most quality pictures I have ever gotten from a con and did the most awesome things. Handling is hard work but a ton of fun, the rave set on saturday was fucking killer, and all the food was good. No complaints, cant wait for next year.

Now excuse me while I sit around my apartment in a despondent fugue state waiting for Friday so I can get paid and drown my sorrows in alcohol and good company.