Monday mornings after events are never easy. I hate traveling for hours and hours to get home, but most importantly, I hate leaving all my friends behind. I don't see you guys nearly often enough.
I can still taste the beer in my mouth from last night. I only slept for 3 hours (ish). I'm all sore and fatigued from the scenes. I'm looking rather disheveled as I'm sitting in Dulles right now. I love this feeling though. :)
Something amazing happened last night. Well, actually, it happened about 6 hours ago. There's an inherent truth about me - I can piss on anything. Living or dead. A toilet, a rock, a tree.......or a human. Especially if it's two hot rubbered up boys and I've been drinking for a couple of hours. Long story short, the tank was full. I invited one guy up to a room and then that turned into several guys....well.....let's just say it was a very hot ending to MAL. I don't really get into WS much, but even I will be remembering that scene fondly.
I'm gonna run for now though....more details later. I am in desperate need of some orange juice to replace some electrolytes...
I completely understand about the Monday after, although for me, I experience a few times a year after the various sci-fi conventions I attend. Arriving at the convention hotel has a similar feeling to arriving back at summer camp, and the saying good-bye a few days later, before heading back to the real world can be such a depressing feeling.
Posted by: Jason | 01/25/2011 at 03:04 PM