misfoks | Weekends o' fur-ridden freakishness

It was pretty much a last-minute decision. I hadn't even thought about the con nor known it was only a couple days away when people started asking if I'd be there, much less entertained the thought of going; I was going to spend the weekend trying to get my place in some kind of order.

But what the hell. I never was much of one for planning anyway, and there were enough people I'd not seen in years and wanted to see again that I nailed down a nearby motel room and made the seven hour trek. It actually felt good to have a long stretch of road ahead of me again. I arrived Saturday evening and managed to run into a few folks before turning in, but Sunday is when I caught up with most everyone.

For me, most of the time was spent renewing old friendships and making a few new acquaintances; I managed to meet up with most of the folks I wanted to chat with, and mostly didn't run into anyone I didn't want to. So all and all it was a good weekend for my part, even if it makes for a rather dull con report.

For the Dawg it was an absolute blast. The hotel was pet-friendly, so she was able to join me almost everywhere I went (I really must write the hotel and express appreciation for that policy). There were all sorts of new places to check out, and everywhere she went she ran into complete strangers who were delighted to meet her and went out of their way to fuss her, compliment her, and sneak her the odd bit of Slim Jim or pizza. So many people with fascinating smells from their own pets, or from food, or from...things I probably don't want to think about. And so many wanted to take her picture I started joking about charging a modelling fee. One of the more amusing moments was when Gallacci stopped to lay down on the lobby floor next to her for something like fifteen minutes and coo over her. It was all most exciting for her, and did nothing but good for her confidence and people skills. She may have been a bit restless on the trip up, but we'd not even driven two miles on the homeward journey before she was out cold with her head leaning against my side.

Thanks to

byee,

chipuni,

clipfox,

explodingmikan,

geddcoon,

javachickn,

jonasbagel,

kitsumi, Mad Max Blackrabbit,

mharpold8,

octantis,

saribou, Steve Gallacci,

thphilster,

wordslinger, and others no doubt escaping my notoriously faulty memory or whose tags I didn't catch, for helping make it such an enjoyable time for myself and the fuzzbeast.

Side notes:
Jonas--pity we didn't run into one another again Sunday, would've been good to catch up more. The guest room's ready whenever you want to stop by.
Kits--GNAW! >:D
Sarah--write already, you know where to find me. Been too many years.
Phil--I'll just have to find another reason to annoy you now. :D The punchline was classic, BTW.
Mel--you asked for photos, but hope you don't mind I brought the model instead.

And to all of you I keep up with who are also sellers, apologies for being such a non-customer. So many of you do fine work, but right now I find myself rather burned out on the genre; I'd rather just buy a round and spend time chatting with all you good people over beer, than hurriedly pawing over prints amidst the Heaving Throng.