Sing along, darlings:
“We’re in the money, the skies are sunny-
We’ve got a lot of what it takes to get around.”

Forgive me if I go off the reservation, but here in the land of little springs, we have a few of them. Reservations, that is. And speaking of reservations, I also have a few over our Roo’s return. Reservations, that is.

Our Queen 👑 Roo-kiss is headed back here for AZ furcon. It seems she totally forgot to mention that she will be here in a few days. It’s quite a trek for her, but she was here the first year of the con and she feels obliged to return. It’s a small con, you see, and she is uncertain how many of us will be there, but I’m sure she will see a few of us…

Damn, my plane will land just in time… sheesh, I hope I don’t run into 👑 at Sky Harbor. But if I do, I will, of course, offer to help her find her luggage. (It has gone missing before, I hear.) I’ve had some close brushes with the Queen before, but now our reservations have put us on a collision course. We will both be sharing the shadow of Camelback Mountain, quite literally, so we are just bound to run into each other.

She’s coming to town to make a little coin, you might say, filling a few of those rare commission slots. I’ll be in town because… this old bear is really a sun bunny. Now you know. Normally I wouldn’t be caught dead at a furcon, but I just might hop over there to peruse the Queens table. Outside of a Trump convention, there’s no better place to fill up my basket with deplorables. And a few depravities. Might as well get an early start on that Christmas shopping. While poking through the forest of peen prints, I might even chat up the Queen. (Remember me? I’m the one who wrote all those naughty journals…) Hmmm… maybe not. I’m having reservations about that course of wisdom.

I’m undecided. I’m unenthusiastic. And I probably missed the deadline to register anyway. But if I do decide to show up at the booth, don’t tell her I’m coming. After all, I wouldn’t want our Queen to be disappointed if I failed to turn out in support of her. If she asks, just say you totally forgot to mention it.

Sing along, darlings:
“I’ll be seeing Roo,
In all the old familiar places…”

[Oh, I totally forgot to mention it. If you are familiar with this corner of the Southwest, you may recognize the attraction above. The coins just seem to pour out of the cracks. I have visited here a few times, and the place is always overrun with buses full of gawking Asian tourists. The coins, however, are mostly American. If you want to see it, you have a two hour ride from the furcon to get there.]

Love, -D.