OK, really just five days in between
VARF and
WisCon 32. And soon enough I'll be in Madison. But I want to be there NOW. Tonight's big excitement includes packing, and doing some final proofing before printing out the 3,000 words of fragmentary somethingness that I'm going to read.
Virginia was a nice getaway, especially with the weather being pleasant instead of sunstroke-inducing. We went to Pyrates sets, caught a few of
thatliardiego's shows, looked at stuff for sale but bought nothing. Hummed at the alpacas. Managed to get
terribleturnip and the Captain and Brian and Hemloche out with us for Mexican dinner that was not half shabby. Tamales, yum.
VARF's reputation as the Little Fair That Can is well-deserved. I was always surrounded by friendly folks to chat with, including all of the aforementioned plus the talented and charming
pyratelady and all the folks at the greyhound tent.
skivee exhorted us to check out Mike Oldfield's "Five Miles Out."
thatliardiego exhorted me to buy a SportKilt. There were other exhortations, mostly about heaving away and hauling away.
I am so, so, so ready to be in the Governor's Club at the Concourse. See some of y'all there.