Where to begin? What an incredible weekend. I’m so not ready to re-enter reality right now. All weekend, I kept pinching myself, just in case. Wow. There I was, geek girl from farm country, having only really joined the movement a year and a half ago, hanging out with the biggest names in skepticism. What a journey. Masalaskeptic and Phlebas were great hosts, and we had tons of fun. See my Flickr stream for photos.
The Skeptrack was a huge success. Many of the sessions filled to standing room; I think we’ll be needing a bigger room for next year. I spent less time there than I wanted to, but I was in fangirl heaven, with too many fandoms to do it all. I managed to see Michael Shermer exactly zero times. Phil’s Death from the Skies talk was great, despite some technical difficulties. Loved watching live podcasts of Geologic (George Hrab took off his pants. Srsly.) and the new incarnation of The Tank, now called The Skeptic Zone, with Richard Saunders, Karen Stollznow, and Kylie Sturgess. They have great t-shirt designs whose mass production I eagerly await (hint, hint). Lori Lipman Brown was great, as was Ben Radford.
Evo Terra hosted killer parties for the podcast track Friday and Saturday night. His beer kicked my ass. Hard. For the record, Scott Sigler’s “cousin” Soupbone is a great DJ, providing music Friday night, complete with Hello Kitty pimp cup. Soupbone was nowhere to be found Saturday, but Scott did bartending duty (with Skepchick’s very own a.real.girl for backup).
Sunday I skipped the big Million Dollar Challenge. I was profoundly hung over, and not really up for anything big and loud and crowded, so T3P0 and I decided to check out Richard’s origami talk instead. It was a lot of fun. I learned (and forgot) how to make Pigasus! Richard should be commended for dealing so well with the bickering duo of teenaged origami geeks while overcoming various distractions. Fun stuff.
Ended Sunday (or began Monday) leaving T3P0 in line for the Mindless Self Indulgence show (one of his favorite bands just happened to be playing) and went off with a gang of skeptics, following Evo to some mythical party in a faraway hotel room with homebrew. Evo is the king of parties, in case you were wondering. The homebrew was amazing. Unfortunately, my stomach, still recovering from the previous night’s abuses, was not cooperating with my taste buds, and I only had a few sips. I’m pretty sure Richard drank my share. Phil held court in classic el presidente fashion, surrounded by corseted women. It could be argued that D.J. Grothe was the life of the party. He did magic tricks with rubber bands, and was great to talk with. Awesome. Apparently there was some sort of debauchery involving Soccergirl, Pamela Gay, and a spoon, which I unfortunately missed.
Attempts to move the party elsewhere fizzled, and the night (ok, morning) ended with the sane people heading to bed. Not being among the sane, A, Masalaskeptic, T3P0, Cleon, Richard and I went to find food, and ended up in a diner near the hotels. We had it all: paper napkin ring origami (and a challenge), A attempting to eat a gyro while wearing a corset, a mysteriously glittery Cleon, and lot of great conversation. Afterward, T3P0 and I said our goodbyes as the others headed to bed, and we went to walk around, since our morning flight was only hours away and it was pointless to sleep.
And now I am home, and should get some sleep before going back to work tomorrow, with a headful of great memories to carry me through. Dragon*Con rocked my entire world. I want you all to be there next year.