Happy early birthday to shiftercat!
Face tingly. Balance moderately upfucked. Vision weird.
But hey - if this is anything like last Arisia, I'll have company. I'll have people to help.
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
(This is the sucky thing about most of my friends having day jobs nowadays...)
It's Sunday brunch, y'all. My brain weirdness will not let me commit absolutely to a time, so I shall say this: When I get up on Sunday, I shall go down to the hotel buffet. If no one's there, I'll read a book til people get there. *nod*
It's likely that you'll see me roaming the halls all throughout the con. Last year, about ten people recognized me and kidnapped me for conversation just on the way to con ops. Within the first half hour of me being there. :) Just look for the really short chick. :)
But I will absolutely be at the Sunday brunch, so if you want to see me and have failed to spot me at any other time, that is the time.
I will also absolutely be hitting the art show to see ayalanya's beautiful, intricate jewelry, and the dealer's row to pick up some funny pins from nancylebov's NancyButtons!
(Psst: Nancy, please bring this one? "How many writers does it take to change a light bulb? Never mind that--let me tell you about MY light bulb!" I need to buy it. :) There are others I need, but I need that one the mostest!)
I'll be out of contact between noon today and Sunday night. If you need me, e-mail me at shadesong AT gmail.com - I'm going to try to check that if I can find a net connection. If you really need me, e-mail yendi AT livejournal.com, and Adam will call me with your message!
Okay, I think that's it for now. :)