This was the first con I’ve traveled to from DC, so it’s the first time I’ve had to haul all my junk from the apartment to the bus all on my own. Yeah, even the most cramped, over-stuffed car will feel wonderful after it.

The funny part, though, is that I ended up doing just that anyway, when a whole bunch of us piled into the family van to save on parking.

(Historical Notes: This should have been clue #1 that I’d made a mistake.  The basic, fundamental means of getting around Washington DC is completely unsuited to con-going, and the best way of getting to and from cons is totally impractical while living in DC.  And my whole justification for moving was because I thought it would make cons EASIER to get to.  I have no satisfactory explanation for how it would take me two whole years to figure out what should have already been obvious right here.  Also, I’m very disappointed with Past Me for not making a Carry That Weight joke here.)