Yeah, August was insane. This is the first weekend in a long time that I’ve been able to pretty much just chill out at home and not do much of anything. Unfortunately, for some reason, I had a monkey wrench thrown in that last night with a bout of nausea that turned into vomiting. I have NO idea what happened there. The only thing I can think is that I ate a few Weight Watchers quesadilla’s after doing a 50 minute workout with EA SPORTS Active. Regardless of why I got ill, a few hours after I was sick I felt fine and seem to be peachy keen again today.
Ok, yeah. I started this post talking about puke. Where the hell do I go from here?
We’ve wrapped up another Dragon*Con, and all told I think it was a pretty smashing success. We have some thing we want to improve on for next year for sure, but considering the monumental task we attempted to achieve I feel good about the work we did. On my day off I hit the dealer rooms and picked up some new snarky shirts. I also got my kilt belt re-sized (That was a nice ego boost in and of itself. The leather worker took a big chunk off of the belt to make it fit properly). I saw some good friends, had a chance to see the William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy panel, and I got to hang out for a few minutes with Felicia Day backstage before her panel on Monday morning (and yes, if you’re wondering, she’s just as nice and funny as you’d expect her to be).
On the weight front I had the satisfaction of knowing that when I left for the convention I was two pounds less than I was when I went to my first one back in 2002. I noticed a few ladies giving me the once over, and had one woman make what was (to Krystalle) a very obvious pass at me. Me? I continue my long-standing tradition of being fairly clueless in that regard and thought she was just being funny when she told me I should find someone to cover for my shift so I could come over to the Marriott at midnight to “get blown.” She was referring to Jennie Breeden’s annual kilt-blowing get together, but the directness and the way she said it apparently meant more.
I have to be told these things, you see.
Speaking of kilts – I wore my utilikilt the entire weekend, mostly because a) it makes me look good and b) it is probably going to be the last year I’m able to wear this particular kilt. It’s getting very loose at this point. Before I had my belt re-sized on Friday I thought it might actually fall off. Mind you, I’m not complaining about the fact that I’m losing weight at all. Utilikilts are expensive, though!
In other health related news I have purchased a shiny new pair of running shoes with gift cards I got through the Virgin Healthmiles program and tomorrow I’m going to start training to run a 5k. Like pull ups, running is something that my weight has always thrown up a barrier to, and it is time I knocked that barrier down. The 5k I have picked out takes place about 2 weeks after my 37th birthday, and I think that would be a delightful way to ring in the start of my next trip around the sun.
Can’t really say I have much more interesting to say at the moment. Alex and I have started rehearsals for Night of the Living Dead. I’m playing the free to play Dungeons and Dragons Online as well as Kingdom of Loathing. Now that convention season is done sticking our heads back in the sand financially and working on paying down some more debt. I still have my job, and while our company is doing everything they can to cut costs we’re still not cutting benefits or employees. All in all, life is still pretty good on my end.
Exciting? Maybe not. But adventure? Excitement? A Jedi seeks not these things.
And on that extremely nerdy note I bid you adieu.