Despite the Sleep Monster, Musecon was Fun
I was SO tired Friday it wasn't funny. We got to the con way late, probably as a result of me just being too tired to move fast once work let out. So I was good Friday night, and went to bed early (well, early for me at a con) intending to be well-rested for Saturday.
I woke up way too early with a terrible headache after dreaming that I was in a deep dark lake full of algae (and had been there for far too long) and I had to keep trying to swim up to the surface to breathe. I took my asthma medicine, ate some cheese for the protein, looked futilely for Tylenol, and sat up reading for a bit without ever really getting wide awake or into a state where I felt I could sleep again. Watched an Indian wedding procession under my window, sad that I was too far up to see details of the saris, the white horse, the decorated red umbrella, and all the mens' clothing too. But still, that was cool. Finally, I went swimming, which relaxed my back and neck, woke my appetite, and left the headache still pounding.
Happily, Ops had Tylenol after that, and I took allergy meds for good measure, and slowly the headache started to resolve. I avoided the music workshops, figuring they wouldn't help the headache any, and went to the jewelry-making workshop (where I gathered mostly leaf-, moon-, and heart-shaped beads and added them to some I'd brought with me to make a necklace) and then the sketching workshop. Did a pretty good demented happy cat there, though too small to really do anything with it. Then I went to the poi-spinning workshop. That was fun and left my shoulders feeling remarkably good. Then, of course, ericcoleman 's wedding. (Does his beautiful wife have a LJ? I can't remember.)
I looked at the food available in the room and decided I needed meat, so I went to one of the hotel restaurants. Didn't find anyone along the way, so I was again reading, but it was pleasant. A bunch of people from the Indian wedding came in while I was eating, keeping the staff very busy indeed. I guessed at tax, added a generous tip to be sure, and gave the nice man behind the bar cash before running to catch the s00j concert, where I proceeded to spin poi some more and do veil dancing with two other women. And the Alligator conga dance, of course.
After the concert, I drifted slowly, fighting exhaustion, toward the room intending to take my asthma meds and head back down with instruments for the filk. I was almost finished with my book--less than a page once I'd done both inhalers with pauses in between so each dose would have time to take effect before the next one, which is always helpful for singing. I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to finish the last few paragraphs of the book. I fell into bed, figuring that was a better choice than snoring over the live music.
The next morning, I went swimming briefly again, just enough to stretch out my now stiff-and-sore back and shoulders. There was a music and energy workshop by s00j and then a laid back folk jam where I finally got the guitar out for a while. After that there were closing ceremonies, and I was still tired. Next year, I think I'll take an air mattress.
I had planned to set up to paint like I did last year; that didn't happen. Neither did making an alligator-blinkie (the first blinkie style that has tempted me to spend part of a convention soldering). Nor did I work on the sewing I'd brought. But I did manage to share a bit about Torn World despite this convention being so different from a standard SF con, and some of the Torn World postcards I had made were taken away from my hand and others from the freebie table. Several Ellen Million Graphics cards left the freebie table too.
And despite being in a tired-fog all weekend, and having a headache that lasted most of Saturday, I had fun.
I woke up way too early with a terrible headache after dreaming that I was in a deep dark lake full of algae (and had been there for far too long) and I had to keep trying to swim up to the surface to breathe. I took my asthma medicine, ate some cheese for the protein, looked futilely for Tylenol, and sat up reading for a bit without ever really getting wide awake or into a state where I felt I could sleep again. Watched an Indian wedding procession under my window, sad that I was too far up to see details of the saris, the white horse, the decorated red umbrella, and all the mens' clothing too. But still, that was cool. Finally, I went swimming, which relaxed my back and neck, woke my appetite, and left the headache still pounding.
Happily, Ops had Tylenol after that, and I took allergy meds for good measure, and slowly the headache started to resolve. I avoided the music workshops, figuring they wouldn't help the headache any, and went to the jewelry-making workshop (where I gathered mostly leaf-, moon-, and heart-shaped beads and added them to some I'd brought with me to make a necklace) and then the sketching workshop. Did a pretty good demented happy cat there, though too small to really do anything with it. Then I went to the poi-spinning workshop. That was fun and left my shoulders feeling remarkably good. Then, of course, ericcoleman 's wedding. (Does his beautiful wife have a LJ? I can't remember.)
I looked at the food available in the room and decided I needed meat, so I went to one of the hotel restaurants. Didn't find anyone along the way, so I was again reading, but it was pleasant. A bunch of people from the Indian wedding came in while I was eating, keeping the staff very busy indeed. I guessed at tax, added a generous tip to be sure, and gave the nice man behind the bar cash before running to catch the s00j concert, where I proceeded to spin poi some more and do veil dancing with two other women. And the Alligator conga dance, of course.
After the concert, I drifted slowly, fighting exhaustion, toward the room intending to take my asthma meds and head back down with instruments for the filk. I was almost finished with my book--less than a page once I'd done both inhalers with pauses in between so each dose would have time to take effect before the next one, which is always helpful for singing. I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to finish the last few paragraphs of the book. I fell into bed, figuring that was a better choice than snoring over the live music.
The next morning, I went swimming briefly again, just enough to stretch out my now stiff-and-sore back and shoulders. There was a music and energy workshop by s00j and then a laid back folk jam where I finally got the guitar out for a while. After that there were closing ceremonies, and I was still tired. Next year, I think I'll take an air mattress.
I had planned to set up to paint like I did last year; that didn't happen. Neither did making an alligator-blinkie (the first blinkie style that has tempted me to spend part of a convention soldering). Nor did I work on the sewing I'd brought. But I did manage to share a bit about Torn World despite this convention being so different from a standard SF con, and some of the Torn World postcards I had made were taken away from my hand and others from the freebie table. Several Ellen Million Graphics cards left the freebie table too.
And despite being in a tired-fog all weekend, and having a headache that lasted most of Saturday, I had fun.