Arisia: Aren't you a little delicious for a stormtrooper?

I went to Arisia last weekend, and got my geek on for two nights at the beautiful Westin Waterfront.

To get the bad stuff out of the way first — and there always seems to be bad stuff, doesn't there? — Sunday afternoon did not go well. There was some drama and unhappiness late Saturday night, which meant I slept poorly and woke up early, after which I had to run off and give blood. Long story short, I spent about six hours of Sunday sitting in the lobby, shivering, cultivating a new nervous tic, and reading most of Farewell, My Lovely. A string of people came by to chat with me — Eric from the dreidel party, kdsorceress's roommate Genni and mom werewulf, Otavia and David and Theodora — but for the most part I read and glowered and shivered until someone came and made me go to the sauna-like pool room to warm up. I need a more realistic strategy to get through that phase of the con, 'cos what I've been doing just isn't working. I've figured out that retreating behind a book for some social retrenchment is perfectly fine, healthy even, but six hours is a bit excessive.

Now, the good:

( Cut for goodness and photographs. )

So, overall a success. 2/3, anyway.