baitcon | It occurs to me that this is a much better place to post... (Reply)

My apologies to those who've already read this; nothing new to see here. But if you haven't seen this, then maybe there should be friending afoot...

I will add my voice to the chorus: Baitcon was, quite simply, FABULOUS. I just now am even close enough to coherent to find the correct keys to type. Some thoughts do remain in my head, such as 'It's pretty funny to look around during a concert and realize that most of the band are clean-shaven and the long-haired freaky-fun hippies are all in the audience' (the band was really great, despite their overall hirsute paucity). I hope lots and lots of new friends find this post; ergo I'm not locking it even one little bit. Which, of course, has a tendency to limit the content. But....

Yes, I am so very much more appreciative of my hot shower and flush toilet and the fact that rain drumming outside does not send me running to zip my tent windows closed, but I must say that having grown up in a very non-demonstrative and critical household (dare I say cold and inhibitive? Yep.), it was just this side of Nirvana to be among people whom I knew had to exist somewhere in the world. To be with They who understand that everyone has his/her own special beauty. And that touching, stroking, compliments, hugging and kissing are not necessarily (or even usually) a prelude to sexual involvement. But that love and acceptence are as important as food and water for our survival. And that we all have warts, somewhere. A whole slather of folks to connect to and to have the time to actually have conversations beyond the party-talk that tends to run more superficial than I'd like. And, when I thought I couldn't hold one more bit of Wonderful, there was lavender ice cream.

And after all this, I still can't even begin to describe how grateful I was to be a part of it.

And publicly, without any cuts or limitations, I wish to thank (and hug and kiss)

jbsegal and

kimberlogic and

tamidon and

donnad for the unbelievable work they all put into this. Damn, people. You've done this 17 TIMES?!

Diet starts today. I will force myself to eat nothing but watermelon in grievous penance for all the wonderful ice cream evil baaaaad food I had this weekend. Yes, I will suffer for my Days of Wayward Pleasure.

[skips off to do lotsa laundry]

ADDENDUM: It is now a few hours later and I am caught up with LJ and email. My cut toe did not get infected, despite prowling around the creek clothed and otherwise. I have two mosquito bites on my tummy just exactly where the waistband hits me and...what is this spoon with Ben&Jerry's on it doing in my mouth?