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Belated con report
Jun. 5th, 2006 04:46 pmNow that the sleep-dep has worn off and the work backlog has been (mostly) cleared, I am able to describe in some level of detail the ways in which my Baycon experience rocked this year. In no particular order, I
...touched base with some folks I hadn't seen in a long while.
...finally learned some of the basic skills of ribbon-whoring.
...got to see what I'd look like with five o'clock shadow.
...had my boobs fondled for science.
...made it to the final round of the Zendo tournament and kicked serious ass in a pickup game of Carcasonne.
...spread much amusement with several of my more fun T-shirts.
...waltzed, polkaed, reeled, spun, bumped and ground on three different dance floors, and learned to lead, not just follow, a few swing dance moves on a fourth. Received compliments on both my leading and my following, and helped bolster a shy girl's confidence (or at least I think I did).
...picked up some preeeety jewelry (pride colors! yay!), a fur flogger, and an out-of-print Greg Egan book I thought I'd never lay my hands on.
...finally got Noticed by someone I've been Noticing from afar for years--and without even making any special effort in that direction. Now, to figure out how the hell to follow up on this.
And that's just the summary--I will gleefully provide further details on request. Two more noteworthy things, though: First, despite having adapted over the past year to a horribly day-person-ish schedule, I found I was able to stay up as late as I wanted and in fact had much more stamina than I did last year. And second, I appear to have made some solid strides toward the kind of self-sufficiency I've been wondering if I was ever going to achieve. Specifically, I came to the con by myself, meeting up with folks occasionally but not "with" anyone in particular for the duration of the weekend--and I succeeded admirably in not feeling lonely or anxious or wallflowerish. I felt justifiably confident that I'd find folks to hang out with for part of the time, and enjoyed their company while I had it, but the rest of the time I was pretty content with my own company, enjoying all the stuff there was to enjoy without feeling depressed that I was enjoying it alone. A year ago I could barely imagine feeling that way, and now it feels almost easy.
Once again, I seem to have grown while I wasn't looking. Um, yay.
...touched base with some folks I hadn't seen in a long while.
...finally learned some of the basic skills of ribbon-whoring.
...got to see what I'd look like with five o'clock shadow.
...had my boobs fondled for science.
...made it to the final round of the Zendo tournament and kicked serious ass in a pickup game of Carcasonne.
...spread much amusement with several of my more fun T-shirts.
...waltzed, polkaed, reeled, spun, bumped and ground on three different dance floors, and learned to lead, not just follow, a few swing dance moves on a fourth. Received compliments on both my leading and my following, and helped bolster a shy girl's confidence (or at least I think I did).
...picked up some preeeety jewelry (pride colors! yay!), a fur flogger, and an out-of-print Greg Egan book I thought I'd never lay my hands on.
...finally got Noticed by someone I've been Noticing from afar for years--and without even making any special effort in that direction. Now, to figure out how the hell to follow up on this.
And that's just the summary--I will gleefully provide further details on request. Two more noteworthy things, though: First, despite having adapted over the past year to a horribly day-person-ish schedule, I found I was able to stay up as late as I wanted and in fact had much more stamina than I did last year. And second, I appear to have made some solid strides toward the kind of self-sufficiency I've been wondering if I was ever going to achieve. Specifically, I came to the con by myself, meeting up with folks occasionally but not "with" anyone in particular for the duration of the weekend--and I succeeded admirably in not feeling lonely or anxious or wallflowerish. I felt justifiably confident that I'd find folks to hang out with for part of the time, and enjoyed their company while I had it, but the rest of the time I was pretty content with my own company, enjoying all the stuff there was to enjoy without feeling depressed that I was enjoying it alone. A year ago I could barely imagine feeling that way, and now it feels almost easy.
Once again, I seem to have grown while I wasn't looking. Um, yay.
