stupid squee

Dragon*Con sched is out.

I've been slightly verklempt as we're off in the Sheraton, which is a few blocks from the other hotels.

BUT. We're the Brittrack hotel!

Of course, the programming I'm on is all over.

But dude.


Also, unrelatedly: apparently there's a Browncoat Shindig with barn dancey type stuff. *squee*

Also: Moulin Rouge cosplay meetup!

Also: OH man, I am so sad I've banned myself from DW/TW cosplay at this con. Because OMG so many people and so few TW folks. But rules is rules. I'll coo over people and take pictures.

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The piano downstairs is today augmented by a whole band. There's a vocalist and a trumpet and a bass and some really basic drums, and they're practicing jazz standards and Patty and I just took a break from cleaning to dance on the landing. I have no idea what I've done to deserve this little, funny bit of perfection, but I'm glad I did it.

Meanwhile, I've done laundry and some work.

She's got the office nearly cleaned to perfection. The week after Dragon*Con we're getting bookcases, which means things can get off the floor in the living room and we're on our way not just to a plan, but a house fit for guests.

But there's jazz in our stairwell. I'm a spoiled, spoiled creature.

DoV photos

I adore this photo of Patty and I. So much.

Running to fashion show now. Pics from last night via marchek

Short notes:

- Yes, do encourage me to write that fic.

- I was originally going to wear the Jack outfit last night and decided not to at the last moment. I'm glad I made that choice as the music was all wrong for it and I would have been irritable. I did quip that I wound up looking like his favorite working girl instead. The pics tell the tale.

Anyway... zoom!