And so it begins: the bittersweet Sunday and the beginning to the end of a weekend of labour and fun and books. Today was the day that I could finally enjoy being a consumer. It just didn’t help that I was stuck on commute because it didn’t occur to me to find out that it was also the Santa Clause Parade in downtown Toronto. So there were many kids and semi-agitated parents stuck in the same vehicle. I was kind of disgruntled when we were stuck in traffic for 45-minutes in a 10-meter stretch because I knew I had to get down earlier to buy a book for a signing. But I’m a pretty patient person. So even if the world went to the crapper and those on the commuter bus went manic, I’ll still be the one in the corner patiently waiting hoping for some salvation. Tangents.
It seems like the Saturday days of weekend-long conventions are the busiest times of most conventions. And rightfully so! When Savindi (The Streetlight Reader) arrived a bit early, we found two other high school buds there and it was like bam, throwback conversations.
As a continuation to yesterdays journal log [which you can read about here], I’ll be throwing out some moments from the first day of funsies. (And also: you know when you haven’t seen someone in ages and it’s like whoa we need to talk about everything and nothing at the same time? That was basically me and Savindi (The Streetlight Reader) during the commute down; since I haven’t seen her since high school (basically another lifetime ago). Good catching up.)
thoughts and afterthoughts. 