So Octocon was great fun. I went into it tired (because i was an IDIOT and i got a new phone on THURSDAY and i couldn’t get it to update properly and i stayed up until TWO IN THE MORNING getting it working right, the day before a weekend-long convention started!) and had a panel Friday night so I had to be vaguely functional through that, and more or less was.
It was a weekend of selfies because I didn’t have the camera with me a lot because I couldn’t find the purse that more or less went with my outfits. :)
Ted was one of the judges for the Golden Blasters Film Festival, so he was busy Friday night watching the films, but we had dinner with Nicholas and Mikaela before that, and we managed a bit of saying hi to everybody before collapsing into bed at a relatively sensible hour. I had Saturday morning panels while Ted set up our stuff in the dealer’s room and went to get Young Indiana from Dad’s house, where he’d stayed overnight.
I brought about 50 jars of jam and jelly and we sold them all. I also sold some books, but the jam went really fast. O.O :) Ted, who had (has, poor guy) a cold, brought Indy home Saturday evening after Indy charmed everybody he spoke with all afternoon and was a genius at pitching the wares (“Magic & Manners! That’s 15 euro! RAVEN HEART is 5 euro! The jam is four euro each!”).
I spent the day becoming increasingly glam…
…until I was dressed as Agent Carter from the Marvel movie universe for the evening’s Rebellion Ball.
(The decorations for the ball were SO GOOD! The theme was ‘rebellion’ because the Irish Easter Rising was in 1916, so it’s a big thing around here this year, and they’d done up crepe paper banners with all kinds of symbols of SFF rebellions, and had screens with the Matrix code and it was great!)
Honestly, I had every intention of bailing on the ball around 10:30pm and falling into bed, except we were all having so much fun dancing and talking that I stayed up until the music ended, and then, intending to sensibly go to bed then instead of going to the bar, had someone say, “Agent Carter, your mission is not yet finished,” and that was pretty much an irresistable pitch, so I toddled off to the bar to chat until I almost literally fell over at about 1:30 and figured that was Quite Late Enough.
I thought I had two panels on Sunday and only had one, which was good because I was pretty loopy. Everybody was getting pretty loopy, in fact. *laughs* Octocon is a small convention, but it’s full of love and friends and we had a wonderful time.
I *was* kinda crushed that I managed to get to not *one* of the Guest of Honor things, what with being either on a panel or at the dealer’s table during everything they were doing, but that’s the kind of thing that happens, so there you go. :) It was a lovely weekend and I got home last night and stayed up and talked with Ted a while, fell into bed, got up to bring Henry to school this morning and came home to take a 2.5 hour nap on the couch, which I really never do. I could go back to sleep, too, omg, but it was such a nice weekend. Thank you to all the staff and volunteers and everybody!
