And it was awful.

My pet is working on the collage of obese people quilt I want to have sewed. But in the meanwhile, a recap:
Lots of elevators
ELEVATORCON
Lots of farting in said elevators
Goddamn such a nice hotel, makes me feel all sad fais about what we rubbed on the window
More elevators. Goddamn this eye contact. People be all "Hey man you seen the durrr durr durr" "Fuck no"
The tenth floor is a toxin farm.
Ninth floor is infected by fursuit toxins. Avoid.
Atlanta, you may enjoy nudity via the windows.
Atlanta y u no cal me back gurl. Dafuq.
My pet farted on some dudes cookies. Whoops.
The dude guarding the dealers room is more nervous than a handful of trayvons with six handfuls of skittles.
Lovely hotel staff.
Shenanigans.