Confusion weekend

[dagibbs]

Yes, I had a great time for my Confusion weekend this year.

The driving went well, no major incidents or weather -- there was a big slowdown into Toronto on the way home (4 lanes closed) but we dodged much of it by surface streets, and there was a bit of fog just as we were approaching Ottawa. I did miss having a second driver, though.


Highlights:

Overnight Thursday with metalana was good.

Brunch on Friday (while I was passing by KW) with corbet was good, and she was actually up, awake, and dressed when we rang her doorbell!

Dinner at Detroit conventions with zencuppa is becoming a very welcome tradition for me, and we had a nice dinner together Friday evening.

Meeting Wil D, after noticing the rope work on his forearms (it was gorgeous), getting a chance to look through his portfolio of beautiful full-immobilisations all done in black rope (and black and white photography), and getting a chance to talk to him about rope bondage was great. I need to buy more rope. I want to find black rope. I wonder if there's somewhere in Ottawa I can buy black, 3/4 (or 1/2) inch solid-braided polypropylene rope? (Most of my other rope has been bought at Canadian Tire, it is white 1/2 inch nylon. CT had polypro, but it was all in yellow. Nope, that just didn't work for me.)

Working registration for 8 and 1/2 hours on Saturday nicely filled the day for me. I think I'll plan on something similar for next year.

Erica! I hadn't seen Erica at a Detroit convention in, probably, 5 years. We used to flirt, and dance a lot, and I really missed her. Then, while working registration this year, I noticed someone walk by that looked a lot like Erica. But, I knew she was somewhere in New York (Ithaca, IIRC), so figured I was mistaken. After the third time she walked by, I was pretty sure it was her, called out, and yes it was Erica! Yay! Said hello, but she had to run off to a panel. But, said she'd be back to dance at the dance. We danced to a bunch of stuff, then I noticed (during My Sharona, I think) that she was Cha-cha-ing to it. (Well, doing the Cha-cha basic to it, solitary, at least.) I matched her. We then did a bit of Cha-cha and Swing to the music, then after the music had stopped, and the dance floor had cleared, we did some Rhumba, some more Cha-cha and Swing, some Waltz, some Foxtrot, and some Tango. We ballroom danced for another hour or so, and it was wonderful. She also taught me a bit of something to a dance that others were line-dancing to. (Two-person Hustle, maybe?) I hope she'll be back for more, but it doesn't seem likely -- she was there because of the fan GOH.

Dinner with eviljohn, Scott and Sue Tekel-something and their baby further solidified my "I'm never going to have a baby" decision. The baby wasn't that bad, but they did need to bring her back from the washroom in different after changing her. She also was a very burpy baby... often spooging white fluid out of her mouth, leading someone to make a comment about her probably still doing it when she was 18, and the rest of the table to crack up laughing at this comment.

Port tasting. Wonderful, again. This time I brought a bottle to contribute. Karen was gorgeous in her black dress, and Sal conduct the evening wonderfully, as always.

Sleeping in Sunday.

A mellow day Sunday, much of it spent on a couch in the lobby with zencuppa, saying good bye to the con.

Dinner Sunday with the fanGoh, thatguychuck and a bunch of other wonderful people. brendand quite surprised me with a blessing, though it took me a couple minutes to realize he had done so. Very well done on his part.

Thank you again jeffreyab for Sunday night accommodations in Sarnia, it is greatly appreciated.

Brunch on Monday with horsetraveller was also wonderful, and I was quite happy to be her exotherm for the occasion.

Miss you all, it was wonderful. Let's do this again, soon, ok?

Comments

Re: Suggestion

[dagibbs.livejournal.com]

Hm... yeah, that's another good idea. The co-op you're probably thinking of is MEC, Mountain Equipment Coop. But, there is a good chance that the rope they have is "too good", that is too expensive, for what I want. Really, I don't need rope that you can trust your life to, repeatedly, on a 500 metre cliff. (Well, unless I start to get into suspension work, but even then, I'm not going to have the same strains or risks.) Hm... I wonder what they do when they retire their rope... I should ask my sister and/or brother-in-law, as he is a pretty serious mountaineer.