Orycon days, Orycon nights
Well, it is late on Saturday night or, more precisely, early on Sunday morning. I am about to go to bed finally after a long, long day.

I didn't go to much programming, but I definitely ate too much. I started the day with the breakfast buffet, among a large group of friends. (The bacon was good though not quite perfect, but given my slightly hung over state I was glad to have the saturated fats.) I also talked to jaylake, who was breakfasting with his daughter and her friend.

Then it was a long day of hanging out in the fan room, grazing on goodies, going to a panel about the workplace in SF, more grazing, more hanging out. Until, suddenly, it was evening and time to help haul stuff up to the fan room for the Endeavor Award party. Along the way I visited the art show, where I bid on a wonderfully creepy lenticular print by Alan Clark (who later told me he thought I was the only bidder, so I probably got it). I also watched tbclone47's table in the dealers room for a little while while he went to do a panel discussion.

Dinner was at the Mandaran restaurant across the street with jkling, mareklamo, and overduebill (and more talking to other friends at different tables). At which point I realized that I had eaten way too much that day and, despite how good it tasted, couldn't eat more than half what we ordered. Of course I wasn't the only one, the whole table seemed to have that problem.

Later came parties and a late-night scotch tasting with a small number of people in our room. In between I played guitar a lot and talked too much. But it was nice seeing everyone, even if they were too numerous to list here. (These included bjcooper, bhagwanx, akirlu, davidlevine, joycemocha, lasirenadolce, libertango, snarke, paulcarp, uly, and bluujack. Apologies to anyone with an LJ account that I missed.)

It is now way too late and I am tired. Tomorrow we check out, load up the van, see if I won the auction for the print, visit Powells, and get the hell out of Portland.