Well, I didn't get elected president of the Bears.  I have several emotions swirling around my head because of it, ranging from bitter to paranoid to releived.  Mainly the latter, because I somehow, in the course of the last meeting, found myself volunteering as Hospitality Chair for JournalCon.  I will now be able to put my full 100% behind making sure that this is the JournalCon everyone remembers.  Or something.

As for my involvement with the Bears, I don't expect that to change.  I'm still gonna be doing the website, and I'm thinking of talking to the new board about having a long-range planning committee to sort of map out the future direction of the club.  We sometimes lack vision and focus, mainly because we've never DEVELOPED any vision or focus.  We can't grow or evolve as a group until we do such a thing.  I'm all about goals, you know?  The new president-elect is a good guy, though, and I don't think the Bears will suffer from me not being president.  Much. (but that could be my ego talking, no?)

I amaze myself sometimes with how busy my social life is.  Did you know I am already planning my 2004?  I already have one weekend in February and TWO weekends in March marked off on my calendar.  I need to find out the dates for some of my other "every year" type of things and pencil them in.  I tend to stay busy, don't I?  I wonder if it's all worth it?

This weekend was lots of fun, what with a Toga party and officer elections, but it's NOTHING compared to what's coming up.  Fiesta, you know.

That's right... for those of you keeping score, this coming weekend is the One Weekend A Year That Tim Does Drag.  I have several outfits this year, and I'm doing two numbers.  Look for an entry Monday where I bitch about high heels, okay?

Fiesta is different for me this year because I'm working all week, so I've scaled back my party-type stuff to the weekends.  I have SOME events during the week, but they aren't the drunk-type stuff, which honestly, doesn't appeal to me like it did when I was in my twenties.  I'm getting old, y'all.