alberich

So I spent this past weekend at a science-fiction convention. Well, sort of; it's a "relaxacon," no real programming, just socializing with my fellow weird people.

I got to see a security guard felled by underestimation of one of the room parties' concoctions. He was last spotted being dragged off to one of the con staff's rooms to sleep it off. I was amused.

I also got into an impromptu discussion of the merits of various types of underwear, and might well have been hit on and not noticed it.

Yeah, it was that kind of con.