The hard part about reporting on the events of weekends such as these is that there just doen’t seem to be enough space to faithfully recount everything that happened. And when trying to do so while brain is not fully engaged? Everything seems distracted and incomplete. I don’t like it when I do that.
So here’s a bit more about JournalCon:
When I say that I liked pretty much everyone I met, I honestly mean it. I’ve never been to JournalCon before, but from what I’ve read and heard, this year’s attendance was smaller than in the past, which meant that I had a chance to spend at least a few minutes in conversation with nearly every journaler/blogger. I connected with some people better than others, which I don’t think is unusual, but every person I spoke with was interesting to me. That’s pretty close to batting .300 in my book.
I still wish I had spoken more with Beth and Kymm and Monty. I did try to, but I also let my own innate shyness – and dislike of seeming pushy and fan-girly – get in the way, so I wasn’t as successful as I would have liked. I let Monty know that he was responsible for my Buffy obsession, with his real-time recaps/notes of the airings on FX way back when. After all, I like to give credit where credit is due. Not that it was credit he was eager to take, but still. During a game on the first night called Jingo (like bingo, but with promises of drink tickets as the prizes – I came close, but no luck) Kymm did sign my square that read, “Journaler you’ve always wanted to meet,” because back in the day I informed her about the selling of her beloved Donut Inn and I live fairly close to her mother (whom she introduced me to on Sunday – what a sweet and elegant woman!), so I had a bit of a dorky fan-girl moment. There was pretty much no connection between Beth and I, but that’s okay – just because I read her journal and like her writing doesn’t mean that I think we’re BFF. I may be a fan-girl, but I’m not deluded.
As for everyone else, well, there are the folks whom I mentioned in my last entry, who are wicked fun. I also enjoyed rooting on the White Sox with TranceJen, reciprocal cleavage admiration with Weetabix, debating the merits of pointy-toed boots with Chauffi (Chauffi is firmly for, while I hate them with a white-hot passion), watching Ray explain baseball basics to Mare along with TranceJen and Cruel-Irony, chatting with Jecca and Science Girl and LA (who does not actually live in LA) and Mary Ann, and Meg, being one of Bozette‘s Dancing Pips, having Pratt ostensibly ask me what song I was going to sing when the photographic evidence shows that he was just enjoying the View of Cleavage (yeah, I wore something incredibly low-cut to kareoke – the guys [and some gals] appreciated it, and that’s enough for me) and…and…
See what I mean? Too much! And I know I’m leaving stuff out because when it comes to names I’ve got the memory of a gnat – I’m amazed I remembered as many as I did! I also really tried to remember names and I had two days to get most of them straight, so something obviously stuck. Unfortunately there is one lovely lady whose name escapes me at the moment, which is patently unfair because we sang Rocky Horror songs while walking down Broadway Circle, for heaven’s sake. But the steel sieve that is my memory obviously didn’t know how to handle all the names that managed to stay put, so it had to let one fall through the holes, for which I humbly apologize. For all I know, I may have mentioned her in the above paragraph. I suspect that I did – sometimes I get a little overwhelmed when there are too many faces, though I do remember her face very clearly. It is certainly no reflection on her. Purely a reflection on how much I suck sometimes.
There was actual non-JournalCon stuff happening too. On Saturday I had lunch with my first boyfriend WriterGuy, whom I’ve mentioned before. We got back in contact a few months ago when he e-mailed me on Friendster and have exchanged a couple of e-mails. It was good seeing him again. I know that I don’t want to become involved with him again, but he’s a sharp, funny guy and I do like talking to him.
I was also trying to arrange time to get together with LiterateLawyerGuy (remember him?), with whom there has also been some e-mail and phone reconnection. Unfortunately this was the weekend that he had his three year old son with him, so circumstances and bad timing worked against us, which, I admit, seriously disappointed me. One of these days I’m going to learn to not be so optimistic. Unfortunately my brain and my heart are rarely on speaking terms. The truth is my heart just doesn’t listen to my brain, or at least hardly ever (though it does seem to get the message re: MusicianMan – now there’s a smart heart). Since I knew that LiterateLawyerGuy was taking care of his son I didn’t expect any debauchery (besides which it would be wise if we just talked – libido’s gotta shut up and let the brain do the damned chatting for once), but with no meeting happening – well, it was pretty much a bummer.
So yeah, a good weekend that I know I would have enjoyed more if I had not allowed myself to become distracted. I can now look back on it with a clearer (and less alcohol-addled) mind and realize that them’s the breaks.
Hopefully the next JournalCon will be in a city where I don’t know anyone I used to date…