The only food at the Dead Dog party was hot dogs. The only beverages were ginger ale and sweet tea. The party was open for less than an hour and they run out of all "the other food", leaving salty hot dogs.

Some of us, who shall remain anonymous blue haired nuts, work past the last minute of the con. I don’t do the con because of the party, but it would be nice if the chance to get all of the four food groups at one sitting was presented.

We resorted to a Loganville Buffalo’s, where a clueless waiter served us chicken and booze. Close enough to a party for me.

I can say that I ENJOYED the *Con more this year than I ever have before. You guys made that possible. My backstage Centennial crew deserves a gold medal and praise and glory from everyone who attended.

The food situation is getting better…much better but we still have a ways to go. But Domesticat is helping the situation tremendously.

I’ve got two new favorite words "HIPPIE CRACK" oh "HIPPIE CRACK".

Techops…this is Oompa…I need a runner. God…im losing it. I can still hear the little voices in my head. Make them stop….please make them stop.

On a serious note….we need to get pics up and fast. There are a lot of people at work who want to see just how fucked up I looked.

I enjoyed this year. I had fun this year. We kicked ass this year.

At first, I felt guilty about sleeping. I felt strange when I didn’t have to run everywhere I was going. It was almost anti-climatic to see events end on time.

Then I realized this is what it’s like to have things work properly. This is what it’s like to really *run* a convention.

Apparently we’re good at this.

Nursie
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