(Historical Notes: So, this right here is honestly one of the biggest changes to come from me not staying at hotels as regularly anymore.  I found myself cosplaying a LOT less.  Obviously, my cosplaying had already dropped a lot by this point anyway, but usually I would have at least thrown on a Far Out There costume one of the days, just for the sake of being in a costume.  But with the added complication of bringing costume pieces with me and having to run out to the van, it just wasn’t worth the trouble of doing anything more than Dr. F for Saturday.  Also, despite the spin Past Me is trying to put on it here, I think the REAL reason I felt better after suiting up was because having a costume on is kind of like a suit of armor.  You can get away with a lot more, convince yourself to do a lot more, when it’s not “really” you doing it.  That, and now you’re not some random creepy guy with a backpack skulking around.)