Oh, also, most of you are smart enough to know this already, but those drinks at Trader Vic's are DEADLY. I am still bummed that I was too snookered to make MargaritaCon or Voltaire's big show. (James tried to take me because he knew I really wanted to go, but then I was too drunk to remember where Voltaire was, so he brought my drunk ass back to the room. He is totally the best.) Also, now I don't have as much cash to blow on totally useless stuff in the dealer's room. Damn Trader Vic's.
Also, am I ever going to be able to get into a Firefly panel? There were like a thousand people yesterday. I MUST get all fangirly at one of those.
Also, I have a damn hangover. Dear Kelly, you are not twenty anymore. Please don't try to drink like you are. And don't scare the poor Indiana Joneses across the hall.