a murder of crows, a parliament of rooks, a Convention of Dragons
If I will permit myself to admit one fatal flaw in my planning for this weekend: expecting a single spare moment I'd be able to devote to doing anything involving the internet. Early Friday morning I brought Beeeatrice down to the merch booth with me and got two paragraphs in about not much more than seeing Tom Felton walk by with an acoustic guitar and Doc Hammer wandering around looking slightly confused, saved it in gedit, and then proceeded to not give a shit about documenting in or immediately following the moment for the remainder of the convention.
Now I'm back, through a day of work (that started at 11 on account of sleeping right through my alarm), and still not entirely ready to get much down. It was hectic, it was frenetic, it was sleepless and underfed and under-bathed and taxing and beautiful. I didn't attend a single panel I planned to attend or get in any bootyshaking, but caught every single live performance I wanted to catch. In talking it over with someone today I came to discover that this haphazard and unorganized (save for band duties) approach was actually ideal: rather than get into structured events, my time was spent getting more of a feel for Dragon*Con as an entity and an organism, how it works and why it works and how best to get into it. Which is essential, given that this first time there was all I need to ensure that, band or no band, I'll be there many, many, many times to come.
(and I even braved the subway to have dinner with my old boss from Hot Topic, who I hadn't seen in years and now lives in ATL. How awesome was that!)
The van pulled into town around midnight but I couldn't get to sleep until well after 2am, after it started raining. I seem to remember rain being a literary device often used to represent changes and shifts, which is fitting; part of what made it so hard to get to sleep was knowing that when I woke up this morning, summer was over. This was the last big thing, really the only *big* thing to go down for me after a summer of high-minded plans and unused potential resources. Now it's darker earlier and I'm going shopping for a jacket this weekend and the Converse will soon be retired until next spring. I'm starting to get an idea of how the coming chill will be spent, and what will be produced in it. One hopes.
But I am woolgathering, forgive me. I will be at Umlaut tonight if anyone wants to be regaled with stories of being filmed on stage by Lloyd Kaufman or of the EPIC AWESOME that the Faith and the Muse performance was. I am happy to be home safe, but ever so much happier that I was granted this opportunity for this to happen.
Same time next year, nerds. I love you all so God damn much.
Now I'm back, through a day of work (that started at 11 on account of sleeping right through my alarm), and still not entirely ready to get much down. It was hectic, it was frenetic, it was sleepless and underfed and under-bathed and taxing and beautiful. I didn't attend a single panel I planned to attend or get in any bootyshaking, but caught every single live performance I wanted to catch. In talking it over with someone today I came to discover that this haphazard and unorganized (save for band duties) approach was actually ideal: rather than get into structured events, my time was spent getting more of a feel for Dragon*Con as an entity and an organism, how it works and why it works and how best to get into it. Which is essential, given that this first time there was all I need to ensure that, band or no band, I'll be there many, many, many times to come.
(and I even braved the subway to have dinner with my old boss from Hot Topic, who I hadn't seen in years and now lives in ATL. How awesome was that!)
The van pulled into town around midnight but I couldn't get to sleep until well after 2am, after it started raining. I seem to remember rain being a literary device often used to represent changes and shifts, which is fitting; part of what made it so hard to get to sleep was knowing that when I woke up this morning, summer was over. This was the last big thing, really the only *big* thing to go down for me after a summer of high-minded plans and unused potential resources. Now it's darker earlier and I'm going shopping for a jacket this weekend and the Converse will soon be retired until next spring. I'm starting to get an idea of how the coming chill will be spent, and what will be produced in it. One hopes.
But I am woolgathering, forgive me. I will be at Umlaut tonight if anyone wants to be regaled with stories of being filmed on stage by Lloyd Kaufman or of the EPIC AWESOME that the Faith and the Muse performance was. I am happy to be home safe, but ever so much happier that I was granted this opportunity for this to happen.
Same time next year, nerds. I love you all so God damn much.