Conventional Wisdom

Don’t worry, folks, I didn’t have to sleep in the van again this year.

No seriously. At this point, if I seriously wanted to room with people I haven’t at least passed in the hallway on a regular basis, I’d have to start going to cons in an entirely different part of the country. That or, I dunno, stay with some of those cosplay kids who only leave the room for the masquerade. But I’m not gonna be doing that anytime soon.

(Historical Notes: Oh man, this room.  A more mean-spirited me could have filled an entire update EXCLUSIVELY with horror stories about this hotel room.  I wound up getting an invite to a corner suite that had all three of its rooms filled up with folks, only one of whom I actually knew.  And it was… kind of a mess.  People getting drunk and/or stoned, big arguments of stuff, loud noises in the middle of the night, generally poor sanitary conditions, you name it.  The funny thing is, I honestly can’t call it the WORST hotel room I’ve stayed in.  I’ve been in rooms with people who got even more debilitatingly drunk or had an even more uncomfortable meltdown or took up more space or made a bigger mess, but not all at the same time.  It was putting up with it all at once that got to me.  That, and the fact that it was a bunch of strangers doing it.  It’s a lot easier to put up with the 3am screaming night terrors of a person you’re already inclined to like than somebody you only met a few hours ago.  And this is why I started commuting to more cons.)