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In which things go suspiciously well.
Aug. 29th, 2005 10:19 amSomehow it has come to pass that everything has been marked off my DragonCon to-do list except pack, print maps, and drive to con. This is unprecedented. I've been looking for things to add to the list, in fact, since I'm certain that we can't have done everything. I mean, my gods, we don't have to leave until Thursday night! Where is the last-minute rushing around? What are we forgetting?
In similar news, we've somehow managed to start the Winter Bazaar process before October! I mean, we have a space and some tables and vendors can register now if they want to. Granted, I still need to send the mailout to last year's vendors and other interested parties, but that will get done this afternoon when I get home. This has got to be the earliest this process has started, ever.
And! I have a speaker for November's Grab Bag class at Gaia already. This program has totally failed all year until now.
What does it all mean? Is this the dawn of a new era of organization and efficiency? Or, will our heroes lapse back into utter indolence upon their return from Con? Only one way to find out, I suppose.
In other news, the weekend was almost entirely pleasant and enjoyable. Did Mongolian BBQ on Friday night with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cynthiaweb and her charming husband Pat. During the course of dinner, it somehow came to pass that we were talking about Masons, and their aprons. This caused kittenpants to envision a sort of Worshipful Master Donna Reed figure, in apron studded with tools, and a huge pearl necklace. This, in its turn, caused me to imagine the Mason as Dr. Frank-n-furter. Somewhat later, there is going to be a Mason filk to Sweet Transvestite, but if you're lucky, I'll just email that to Pat and nobody else will have to suffer through it.
Saturday, we went out for sushi and ice cream, and a showing of The Aristocrats at the Tivoli. The sushi was good, the ice cream was excellent (being from Murray's, source of all good things), and the movie was well worth our two hours. There's a bit in it with a mime that nearly made me wet my pants laughing. The odd thing was that the three of us were the only people in the theater under the age of 50, which is not what you might expect for a film which is about what is allegedly the dirtiest joke ever told. But there you have it. We theorized that they might be UU's from All Souls, down the street. It seemed the only possible explanation. The only downside to the experience was climbing the Tivoli's stairs, which are numerous and narrow. I hauled myself up, as is my custom, and had to descend sideways with my back to the rail and both hands bracing. When I finally gimped to the bottom, the elderly ticket-taker said to me, "You do know we have an elevator?" No. Damn. Well, at least I know now, which might increase my patronage of the Tivoli in the future.
And that's all I have to say about that, apparently.
In similar news, we've somehow managed to start the Winter Bazaar process before October! I mean, we have a space and some tables and vendors can register now if they want to. Granted, I still need to send the mailout to last year's vendors and other interested parties, but that will get done this afternoon when I get home. This has got to be the earliest this process has started, ever.
And! I have a speaker for November's Grab Bag class at Gaia already. This program has totally failed all year until now.
What does it all mean? Is this the dawn of a new era of organization and efficiency? Or, will our heroes lapse back into utter indolence upon their return from Con? Only one way to find out, I suppose.
In other news, the weekend was almost entirely pleasant and enjoyable. Did Mongolian BBQ on Friday night with
cynthiaweb and her charming husband Pat. During the course of dinner, it somehow came to pass that we were talking about Masons, and their aprons. This caused kittenpants to envision a sort of Worshipful Master Donna Reed figure, in apron studded with tools, and a huge pearl necklace. This, in its turn, caused me to imagine the Mason as Dr. Frank-n-furter. Somewhat later, there is going to be a Mason filk to Sweet Transvestite, but if you're lucky, I'll just email that to Pat and nobody else will have to suffer through it. Saturday, we went out for sushi and ice cream, and a showing of The Aristocrats at the Tivoli. The sushi was good, the ice cream was excellent (being from Murray's, source of all good things), and the movie was well worth our two hours. There's a bit in it with a mime that nearly made me wet my pants laughing. The odd thing was that the three of us were the only people in the theater under the age of 50, which is not what you might expect for a film which is about what is allegedly the dirtiest joke ever told. But there you have it. We theorized that they might be UU's from All Souls, down the street. It seemed the only possible explanation. The only downside to the experience was climbing the Tivoli's stairs, which are numerous and narrow. I hauled myself up, as is my custom, and had to descend sideways with my back to the rail and both hands bracing. When I finally gimped to the bottom, the elderly ticket-taker said to me, "You do know we have an elevator?" No. Damn. Well, at least I know now, which might increase my patronage of the Tivoli in the future.
And that's all I have to say about that, apparently.
