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Con was good. Con is over. Sleep is waiting.
OVFF was actually a lot more fun than I had worried it would be. This was my first year going on my own - usually I went with my roommate, or one particular set of friends, or my hubby. This year I headed down on my own, fairly certain that I would wind up hiding alone in a corner for the first evening and fleeing before noon on Saturday.
Instead, it was quite possibly the best OVFF I've ever attended. Nearly everyone I was hoping to see was there, and I managed to actually spend time with most of my friends. Talking time, listening time, hugging time - I didn't get to actually sing, but given that I never have before and didn't go there intending to, that's not so much a problem. It's odd that I had to go by myself to finally feel like part of the community, but... noone has ever accused me, or the workings of my mind, of making sense.
As an example, I'm probably the only person around who could go to a filk convention and find that the best parts were yoga and salsa dancing. The yoga classes were part of the con, actually, and I honestly don't know why I never tried it before. It was a lot more energetic than I had imagined, and it's a form of exercise that caters to my balance and flexibility instead of pushing for endurance or strength. I don't need another hobby, but if I did it would be this.
The salsa dancing, at least, I feel guilty about. Apparently the hotel forgot that the con was supposed to be using their bar, and instead scheduled their weekly salsa lessons and dance party instead. I tried to feel angry and put-out on behalf of the convention, but... free salsa lessons! Loud thumpy music, a new dance form, and a talented dance partner means a happy Becky.
I'm back in WV now, in a newly babyriffic house (said baby is currently squirming in his sleep, while mom sits next to me on the sofa) and trying not to let post-con letdown and missing-my-hubby loneliness wash away all the residual good feelings from the weekend....
OVFF was actually a lot more fun than I had worried it would be. This was my first year going on my own - usually I went with my roommate, or one particular set of friends, or my hubby. This year I headed down on my own, fairly certain that I would wind up hiding alone in a corner for the first evening and fleeing before noon on Saturday.
Instead, it was quite possibly the best OVFF I've ever attended. Nearly everyone I was hoping to see was there, and I managed to actually spend time with most of my friends. Talking time, listening time, hugging time - I didn't get to actually sing, but given that I never have before and didn't go there intending to, that's not so much a problem. It's odd that I had to go by myself to finally feel like part of the community, but... noone has ever accused me, or the workings of my mind, of making sense.
As an example, I'm probably the only person around who could go to a filk convention and find that the best parts were yoga and salsa dancing. The yoga classes were part of the con, actually, and I honestly don't know why I never tried it before. It was a lot more energetic than I had imagined, and it's a form of exercise that caters to my balance and flexibility instead of pushing for endurance or strength. I don't need another hobby, but if I did it would be this.
The salsa dancing, at least, I feel guilty about. Apparently the hotel forgot that the con was supposed to be using their bar, and instead scheduled their weekly salsa lessons and dance party instead. I tried to feel angry and put-out on behalf of the convention, but... free salsa lessons! Loud thumpy music, a new dance form, and a talented dance partner means a happy Becky.
I'm back in WV now, in a newly babyriffic house (said baby is currently squirming in his sleep, while mom sits next to me on the sofa) and trying not to let post-con letdown and missing-my-hubby loneliness wash away all the residual good feelings from the weekend....
