So, backseat of the car it was, which wound up being pretty convenient - when I had to puke, a slight crack of the door and tip of the head out, and bam! All over the pavement. Had quite a bit of trouble moving at first, but finally mustered the strength and tenacity to step out of the car. Wobbled back into the hotel, took my meds, washed off the remnants of my face make-up, then headed back out to my car when I discovered a kindred spirit - a fox guy who crapped out in the back of his car last night as well, and only one car over from me (this explained all the piss trails leading from my car and his in even, uniform lines - I knew I hadn't marked my territory that heavily!)

Decided two things were in order - a Vitamin Water and some ibuprofen - so I headed across the street with him to the gas station. The attendant there thought his big fluffy tail was adorable (at this point all my gear was still off, so no fawning for me T_T). We then wandered over to the nearby McDonald's, where he picked up some McChickens and I continued to nurse my hangover. As we were heading to use the can, serendipity! There was the rainbow dude sitting at a table with a couple of his fruity buddies, still totally interested in doing horns for my project (hell yes).

The five of us disembarked and headed back to the hotel - I found out I couldn't room with him because they'd already crammed eight ppl in there. Also, apparently this really cute guy I chatted with a bit yesterday is into me, which is pretty frckin' cool (those condoms and lube I picked up may come in handy after all ;3).

Also, I guess there's this really lonely dude here that I could probably room with, if I could just find out his name, what he looks like, anything to reveal him (the rainbow crew couldn't remember any of this, just that he exists, has a room to himself, and is terribly lonely). I will follow up on this lead.

Went back to the artist's alley to pick up my commishes when, horrors!, I'd completely forgotten what the two artists looked like and never learned their names. And they weren't where I remembered them being - shit! Luckily while walking down the hall one of them recognized me and I got my badge (which looks awesome), now I just need the flashing sketch (I really hope the woman got it right - I filled out the form in horribly illegible drunk-type. I do remember throwing in one last minute detail - no animal penis. My jet black johnson has a head and shaft, and is human in dimensions).

Oddly, I have yet to run into anyone who said they'd be here - I still need to look up Solez (keeping an eye on the wolf suiters) or El Foka the skunk who said he'd be doing free sketches. I really need to track him down - I <3 free art and have almost no money left (blew most of the last of it on some super-hot bunny boi prints because they reminded me of Tris <3).

UnknownWolf has an art booth here, and he was unusually quiet and reserved, hardly the hilarious self-loathing pizza-stuffing sketch shooting machine he was at my Midwest Vore party. Odd. Probably the lack of booze.

Well, I'm gettin' hungry so I'm gonna head to the lounge and score some grub. All-around, feelin' pretty good about this whole thing now :3

Until next time!