Showing posts with label rollercon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rollercon. Show all posts

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Not Posting

Here's the thing about time spent not posting: it tends to breed.

I returned home from Rollercon with every intention of posting a nice blog post about all the cool shit I did in Vegas and how none of it involved running from the cops, banned substances or large mammals. Well, that's mostly true.

And I started a post, I really did, and then the internet lost it for me, and I just didn't have the energy to write all the same ideas twice. That was what, two weeks ago?

I've since had my wisdom teeth taken out, gotten sick, and worked a lot. I've, on numerous occasions, thought "I should write a blog about this" and you know what? Yeah, you know.

It didn't happen.

So here I am, laying on my parents' couch, my head full of goo, three days away from stepping foot onto the east coast once more, and I'm writing a blog post now. Why? Because I should be packing.

On the bright side, however, I have signed a lease for an apartment, received the keys for said apartment in the mail, and ordered a futon couch and a sewing machine for aforementioned apartment. So that's awesome.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Rollercon! or Vegas baby!

I am ready. I think. My bags are all but packed, I have a pile of clothes ready and waiting for me to put on in the morning, my bearings and wheels have been cleaned and lubricated (both indoor and outdoor, mind you), my USARS paperwork is printed, I'm waging an epic battle against the family printer to spit out my hotel reservation information as we speak, (It made a noise! It's giving in!), my boat reservations have been made, the car is waiting for me to drive it, and I'm still freaked out.

Rollercon is not a cheap date. I'll be away from work for a week, the pass cost me almost $200, there is the room, food, and the vendors... and I'm worried I'm not going to make enough of it. I'm worried I'm going to be overwhelmed by the crush of people and not see enough of what I want to see and learn enough to make the trip worthwhile.

It will be awesome, I'm sure of it. It will be great, and I'm going to enjoy myself. It's vegas, baby, how could I not have fun?

A side effect of my awesome trip is that I will be gone and not post for a week. :p