Since Dragoncon is so fresh on my mind, I won't be able to work on any of the partial blogs that I have sitting around until I manage to at least get a few things set out as a framework for future contemplation. (Click link for pictures)

A number of times this weekend I heard several different people speaking variations of the phrase "What happens at Dragoncon stays at Dragoncon."

Which brings at least two questions to mind?

Is the corruption of an advertising campaign for Las Vegas that hints at "Safe Anonymous Debauchery" really a valid plan to keep any vices secret? Or is it just a way to keep from being embarassed when you do things that under relatively normal circumstances most people would be surprised that you did... whatever it was.

For example *grin*

Let's state a Hypothetical situation that in no way bears anything more resemblance to actual events than a semi accurate retelling of a possible quantum view of a memory (*grin* did I twist that enough to protect the quilty? er I mean the name altered innocents...)

Let's just postulate a situation where someone was a lazy bastard, or just otherwise really wrapped up in numerous dramas and hadn't gotten around to reserving his own room for the event like he had done the previous year and was now planning on sharing room space with people that I, er he *clears throat* had only really begun to hang out with since the last Dragoncon.

None of the possible room configurations were entirely optimal (and technically I ended up paying for staying in a room that I didn't stay in), so all of this helped add to my decision to embrace my inner insomniac and to stay up as late as I possibly could as well as sleeping as little as I could.

So there were three times that I got some sleep (four if you count an hour and a half nap I took on saturday afternoon). There was two hours saturday morning where I meditated and dozed in a chair in the room from 6:30 to 8:30. There was the 6 hours of sleep the next morning when I made it back to the room at nine am and slid into a freshly vacated bed after watching HR Puffinstuff for the very first time (while more than slightly tipsy no less... great fun... A talking flute and witchiepoo... It all made sense after the kamikaze)

Have I mentioned yet that I spent a considerable bulk of each evening in the Drum Circle? Depending on the ebb and flow of the particular moment you have anywhere between a half a dozen to over 40 drummers all joining in and sharing their rythym space while lovely women (and a few not so lovely guys) dance in the middle of the circle. (Usually the numbers are an inverse proportion to the time... Around midnight the crowd is huge and the energy is extremely vibrant. Closer to dawn the numbers are much smaller but still very deep in terms of intensity.

But back to the whole sleeping thing. The last night I decided that I needed to make sure I got enough sleep to be able to properly function while packing up the room and preparing to vacate within the parameters that were in place both temporal and logistic. So there I was (about 6 am again) getting in bed with another guy who had just gotten back from walking someone five blocks to the hospital (not my story so I'm not going into that gossip) while I was keeping an eye on his girlfriend who had gotten hammered again and didn't want him to know that. She was in the other bed with a lady whose husband is currently in Iraq.

We make the obligatory jokes about the other person rolling over in the middle of the night and crawl into bed. He makes a number of comments about how he is used maintaining only a small portion of the bed due to an ex-wife who was a "bed hog". I wasn't worried since I knew that I wouldn't be moving overly much if at all while I slept any nervousness or concerns that he had were purely his own issues coming out. I closed my eyes and stretched out my breathing.

Four hours later I'm drifting along nicely still in the exact same position that I went out in. I'm walking back towards full consciousness in and around the occasional restlessness of my bed partner and my awareness that it is fast approaching the time that I had wanted to be moving and go to the dealer's and exhibtion halls for any last day of the con sell it cheap so we don't have to pack it up sales, when i'm looking at the ceiling through slitted eyes and weighing how comfortable the doze I'm in is versus the knowing that I really shoudl be starting my day when suddenly this hand lands on my lower abdomen.

I don't move or physically react.

I wait only half a beat before speaking in a normal tone of voice, "I'm flattered but you're not my type."

The hand moved back to the owner's side of the bed and a moment later there was a macho joking, "What happens at Dragoncon stays at Dragoncon!"

Sorry Chris (name altered) but nothing sacred is secret *grin*

Now for the deep psycho anal ticks (damn those blood suckers!)

Now I can strongly postulate that such an action was no more than the action was initiated from someone's brain cells misfiring on faulty information from the less than conscious world, but where I get twisted up is when I look at it alongside some of the other "what happens at ... stays at ..." moments from the weekend.

So on the postulation that his subconscious mind was thinking that I was his girlfriend, how do I reconcile that with his girlfriend's claims that he has been insufficient in his displays of affection for quite a long time (there were a couple of people involved in that conversation and when they all added up the lengths of their "dry spell" together {including the lady whose husband has been in Iraq for wee little bit} it did not begin to approach the length of hers for the title).

And this person's (hopefully) unconscious hand is the most direct and clear offer for intimate companionship I got all weekend? *evilgrin*

Come to think of it I left the drum circle for a significant portion of the first official night and ended up in another group discussion of relationship difficulties and challenges. What a tempo for the weekend.

Maybe I should just work out how to describe a sunrise for those who have never seen one instead. Probably much more rewarding in the long run *grin*.

Will try to have some pictures up in the next day or two.


... Not all those who wander are lost.