That sums up the last few weeks for an old dragon.

I had traveled down to the South for the first time, and what intolerable heat! I miss the days when I had the powers to change the climate to suit my whims, but now I was forced to tolerate that stinking humidity. Why did I choose to descend to Earth again and forfeit my powers? Hrm...

At least the folk there were good, and many a familiar face was seen. Sadly I had no offerings given to me all weekend long - something that leaves a sour note in my maw. Now it would take me a bit more convincing to come back. Just a little more...

Less than a week's time later, I had been dragged against my will to BronyCon, an environment I was completely lost in. Nevertheless, I spent my limited time there pacing around the convention space, scaring children and adults alike, and even attended a Costume Ball briefly where all those pish-posh humans were floored by my regality. Serves them right.

However, both times I had been stuck up by that old drunkard that I relentlessly pursue. He outran my clutches twice, first in Florida and then in Baltimore...it seems he gets faster with age, whereas I grow considerably slower. I shall have another chance at IndyFurCon in two days' time...

I shall be making my return to Indiana tomorrow. Whom shall I see there...and more important, whom shall I receive gifts from there?