Last call

So, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] leaves today, around lunchtime, taking with her the last of Dexcon. I'm in the weird emotional place - on the one hand, I miss everyone rather desperately, on the other, I want to hole up in the apartment for a few days and be terribly anti-social. I'm going with the middle ground, which involves having some of the low-maintenance folks over for movie night (hopefully tonight) and going over to Aisy's to help paint tomorrow, since it doesn't involve me actually organising anything, just doing as I'm told. Right now, that's a very attractive thought.

Dexcon was, as always, great fun. Getting to see people I haven't in forever, meeting others for the first time, drinking a bit too much, laughing more than I have in a while... it was all good. I had a moment of 'eh' on Friday night, where it felt like I couldn't actually say anything to anyone without coming across as a complete bitch, but then again, I usually have one part of the Con where I feel like the round peg. Comes of trying to be too many things at once, I think.

Saturday night, however? That was Tribe, right there.

I miss everyone. And I need to clean the apartment and do laundry. Not to mention empty the kitty litter. *nosewrinkles*