Just checking in again from JournalCon.  It's lunch on Saturday, and that means lots of people are starting to wake up.  The youngest attendee was out all night, but I'm in my thirties, and that wasn't happening for me.  I actually was out later than I intended to be, but it wasn't too bad.

The hotel must love us, because lots of people stayed at the bar, drinking seven dollar cocktails until they were PLOWED.  I was glad most people were staying at the hotel, but was still a bit worried that the elevator might qualify as "heavy machinery" for these people.  Blotto doesn't even cover it.

Me, I was a good boy.  I really was.  I sat around the lobby and listened to people talk about life and catch up with each other... it was some GOOD listening.

This morning's breakfast went really well, too, except for the stupid bagel toaster that was like, not toasted, not toasted, not toasted... BURNT!  I hate that.  The Omni claims to be a "four star hotel."  I live in a home that is at best a two star accomidation, but my friggin' toaster doesn't burn bagels.

But you'll notice, I'm bitching about a TOASTER.  That's because you KNOW I'll find SOMETHING to bitch about, and really, this weekend has been really cool.  Not tons of Drama (though there has been a bit of Dreama hehehehe) but for the most part, nothing so bad as to complain to everyone about.

Tonight, we have a lot of cool stuff to do, and I might get semi-blotto myself.  We'll see about that, but if I post a drunk entry, then you can excuse that, right?

"Tonight, we have a lot of cool stuff to do, and I might get semi-blotto myself. We'll see about that, but if I post a drunk entry, then you can excuse that, right?"

ahem... semi-blotto? I was there, Tim, and I'd say there was nothing "semi" about it...

... of course, after my 7th beer, I may have been somewhat confused.

Darlin' I'm just sorry that we didn't get more time to talk together, or you'd know that Dreama and Drama are synonymous terms. ;-)