From the desk of PitViper:
This morning was bitter sweet…and foggy with a mild headache and cottonmouth. Still there was something bothering me more than that and I knew a few bottles of water, Advil and a quick escalator trip to Starbucks wouldn’t really help what was bothering me more than a mild hangover and 4 hrs of sleep. It was reality and the fact that after 48 hours of hanging out with the most legit mother fuckers I have ever met, we’d all be heading far away from each other and there is a good chance it won’t be until a year or so that we hook it up again.
This kind of disappointment and subtle sadness actually started late on Saturday night when Darkwise headed out early and CodeNameFlint said when he woke up he was leaving. I knew there wasn’t another night of a real life B.O.B. until next con and that bothered and still does bother me. Seriously, this morning packing everything up was probably the closest I got to getting “emotional” in a long time. As I packed and straightened up my room I just kept thinking “this sucks, I wish we had one more day.” Knowing festivities were coming to an end I hoped in the shower and made yet another want list before I headed down to the con for a final sweep and score.
(there is a person-by-person thank you/review in here, so if you went, you need to read this!)
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