Had a great time, really. Tired.
We were quite done in having conned from Friday til Sunday afternoon, and we could have stayed for Monday, and had planned to, but we have so much work to do, and we were quite tuckered out. It’s one of our favorite motels, Ruby’s Inn; very pet-friendly, and though it has neither bar nor food service, they’re liberal with what you’re allowed to bring in and set up, plus it’s right next to a Diamond Lil’s, which is a casino/cafe, and across from Rowdy’s Steakhouse and a Taco Time, and down from The Stone of Accord, a somewhat pricier Irish Pub, so you takes your pick. We ate mostly from the con suite, which was hot dogs. Sans bun.

Jim Butcher was GOH, and Patty and Mike Briggs were there…any con where they are is going to be fun.

Jane and I were very, very, very good on our diets, ate just exactly the same things, didn’t drink, didn’t cheat, not once, and Jane came back having gained no weight, and I gained 3 pounds. Go figure.

Ah, well, it came on fast, it’ll go off fast.

Sigh.