It was pretty good. I didn't really meet anybody new at the con, but it was nice to be around the energy of it all. It was nice to watch the fursuiters do their thing, to see everybody having so much fun, and to be reminded of what it's like to be around my fellow fuzzies.

I bought a badge as well as some art for a couple of my friends who expressed interest in getting some. Almost bought a chunk of silicone from a vendor in the corner that just so happened to mimic some female anatomy. But I didn't.

I found a new favorite drink (cinnamon whisky, Crown Royal, and coke), made a few friends during the drive to Atlanta, and I drove a shift of nearly 500 miles on the way home. Got to see lots of cows along the way.

I met up with an old friend who seemed to have changed with time in ways that I didn't particularly care for. I wish him the best, and I'll look forward to the day when we may yet again and have wonderful times.

Kia wore my pants, but that's okay. I ate her snacks as revenge (but she never noticed).

I snuck into the dance before I paid for attendance, and that was a little exciting. I finally decided to eat some Dairy Queen, and it was lackluster for sure.

There was an incident where an artist may have heard me suggest that I liked her friend's art better, but it was a lie. They were both talented. It was an innocent stretch of the truth aimed at making one person feel better, but another may have felt worse as a result. Maybe I can just imagine that she didn't hear me after all. Maybe neither of them did! I'm sure tears were shed at the con for things much worse (and much less worse -- those drama queen!)

I got to spend a lot of time with two of my buds; Seveer and Flamedramon. Many laughs were had.

And Tennessee; what's up with all of your ancient disused bridges? Demolish those unsightly bitches D:

Good times.