Well, it’s over now. In fact, it’s been over since Monday, but only now am I completely back to my mundane 8-5 world. But you know, I find the contrast there somewhat comforting.
I mean, I spent the entire weekend being a hedonist. I stayed up too late. I ate bad food. I flirted like a madman. I spent no small amount of time under the influence. I wore my Gothic outfit. Basically, I did everything I could to just play.
Last night, I went grocery shopping with my son. I cut coupons first. I bought him things to put into his lunch. Lots of vegetables. Steaks on sale. Had a little cook out last night with steak, potatoes and fresh corn on the cob. Made a salad. Did laundry. Tomorrow night he’s going to the Cub Scouts, and chances are I’ll be involved in that. I might even end up as a troop leader. I have to renew my PTA membership.
So here I sit, on this see-saw. My life tips from one kind of extreme to another, and I find that I can rest comfortably standing in the middle and balancing myself between the two.
Sunday night ended perfectly at Dragon Con. Not only did I get to hang out more with the very lovely young lady from Friday night again (I guess Vampires are just as sexy as Vampire Killers), but Zinfandel Zamboni from the Bad Girl Swirl drove down from Tennessee to meet me. We hooked up with Sashimi Tracker and spent a few hours walking around the con and then went to breakfast. It was a hell of a lot of fun, and now puts the total at four Bad Girls that I have met. So far, they have all been really cool, and I’m looking forward to meeting Pandora soon. I really think that we need to organize a Bad Girl convention.
After all this, I was done. I thought my weekend was complete. I smoked a cigarette on the landing, turned to head back to my room, and finally saw the one woman I had been looking for all weekend. Her name is FieryRedHead and I honestly think I freaked her out a bit when I introduced myself. She was dressed as Satine from Moulin Rouge. I had found her journal before hand, and I knew she was going to be there, so I spent the whole weekend looking for her. When I saw her on Sunday night, it was like the perfect end.
I still had a day to go, but it was all icing at that point.
The drive home on Monday was fairly uneventful, but Karen and Lee Lee were really at the end of their ropes with each other. Which is a damn shame, because up until this weekend they had gotten along famously. To the point where there were referring to each other as best friends. Now? I don’t know. It’s probably going to be a while before the three of us hang out together on a regular basis again. Yeah, it got that bad. I can see points on both sides, but I think it mainly all boils down to us being in close quarters for so long, without our personal spaces. I hope they realize that soon and we can all go back to being friends again.
Well, I need to get back to work. More later!
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