I’m currently sitting in McCarran International Airport, waiting for the plane to take me back to reality, feeling thoroughly zombified (it is 5:30 am and I have not yet slept). What can I say? TAM blew my mind.
In the past 60 or so hours, I’ve gotten lost with Derek and Susan, had Teller check out my tits (there is photographic evidence, which I have no doubt will be posted soon), been part of a completely bizarre situation involving Buzzo, Ben Goldacre, and a cigarette, bent a spoon, mistaken the JREF forum party for a sauna, drank some really great tequila that comes in a square ceramic bottle, had Adam Savage show off a drawing I did of him and Jamie as Davros and an Ood (even though I suspect Phil had to fill him in on it–he doesn’t watch Doctor Who…yet), shook Penn’s hand, participated in a very productive impromptu brainstorming lunch which yielded a truly diabolical scheme, hugged Swoopy, did not gamble, been informed by Richard Saunders that “Green is really…green”, acquired minions (bwahahahaha), probably flirted too much, and almost cried when I learned that I would be getting a sunken-boat-de-sinkifying ping pong ball.
It was nothing short of amazing. It’s a good thing, too, cuz I am much too tired to think up any other adjectives at this point.
I’m bound for home, and at least 3 days’ recovery time. Maybe I’ll have something more coherent to say after some sleep.