when days go by, and I'm still thinking of you.
Am a bit sad that I missed out on going to FWA this weekend/year; I severely need some social interaction having been sat in my apartment for a couple of months now in limbo.
But from the goss I’ve heard, I probably won’t be back anytime in the future. I don’t know what the final attendance numbers are, but they’re probably high enough now that it exceeds my maximum threshold of gathered bodies before I get wierded out. One report I saw said that there were lines for a lot of the (popular) panels, adding to the validity in my mind of “too many people for this bear.”
And the bittersweet’s kicking in; it doesn’t feel like -that- long ago that we were in the ‘hood of Atlanta, all 270 of us; hooting, hollaring and making both the Arby’s and WaHo across the street’s employees’ days (and their sales quotas, to boot.) With a convention size of 15K+, I just long for the days where you could have a good time with the folks that you met. I want to bring those kinds of days back where things are just the right size that everybody knows your name.
I want to be able to make more stories to tell, just seems like that’s a relic of a bygone era. And now I feel old.