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I just wanted to let everyone know that there seem to be no aftereffects of the smack I took on the back of the head when I fell on my way home last night (or, as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nexstarman referred to it, the "beump" :) ). There is a bit of a tender spot on the back of my head which I only really noticed when I laid down to go to sleep last night, but I woke up fine today with no headache or anything. I had set my PDA's alarm for noon, hoping to get to the con by 1:30, but I had an entry in my datebook for 8 AM which seems to have stopped the alarm from going off, so I actually slept until 2ish. But I'm fine (or as fine as I ever am, which is an issue for debate ;) ).
I spent an enjoyable afternoon and evening at the con, attending a panel on geopolitics and SF, going to the dinner, and hitting some room parties (where Terry Fong continued his quest to get me to join the Montreal in 2009 Worldcon bid committee; this time he raised the ante with a most interesting suggestion, but we'll see what happens as it requires input from at least one other person on the committee, whom I don't know).
Despite there being no aftereffects from last night's fall, I may be a bit sore tomorrow, because I had said that I wasn't going to dance tonight (not being dressed for dancing - I was wearing a thick hoodie and my winter boots), but then the DJs played "What Have I Done To Deserve This?", and well... I couldn't resist. (Followed by "Come On Eileen," to which I said, "Where'selizard100?", since she likes that song. About ten seconds later, she appeared...)
It also didn't hurt that Anthony Furey brought yet another one of his cute, young, male friends of ambiguous sexuality to the con and he was on the dance floor. (I don't know where Anthony keeps finding these cute young guys, especially since he claims to be straight - and I can see no logical reason for him to lie to me, so I can only assume that he keeps playing the game to mess with my head...)
I ended the night by givingdx4 a short backrub (he was standing, and my arms got tired since he's about three inches taller than I am), said goodnight to him, puddlemagnet and twiddler, then headed off to catch the bus home. I didn't fall tonight, though I noted that the icy patch on which I'd slipped last night was still there.
nexstarman referred to it, the "beump" :) ). There is a bit of a tender spot on the back of my head which I only really noticed when I laid down to go to sleep last night, but I woke up fine today with no headache or anything. I had set my PDA's alarm for noon, hoping to get to the con by 1:30, but I had an entry in my datebook for 8 AM which seems to have stopped the alarm from going off, so I actually slept until 2ish. But I'm fine (or as fine as I ever am, which is an issue for debate ;) ).I spent an enjoyable afternoon and evening at the con, attending a panel on geopolitics and SF, going to the dinner, and hitting some room parties (where Terry Fong continued his quest to get me to join the Montreal in 2009 Worldcon bid committee; this time he raised the ante with a most interesting suggestion, but we'll see what happens as it requires input from at least one other person on the committee, whom I don't know).
Despite there being no aftereffects from last night's fall, I may be a bit sore tomorrow, because I had said that I wasn't going to dance tonight (not being dressed for dancing - I was wearing a thick hoodie and my winter boots), but then the DJs played "What Have I Done To Deserve This?", and well... I couldn't resist. (Followed by "Come On Eileen," to which I said, "Where's
elizard100?", since she likes that song. About ten seconds later, she appeared...)It also didn't hurt that Anthony Furey brought yet another one of his cute, young, male friends of ambiguous sexuality to the con and he was on the dance floor. (I don't know where Anthony keeps finding these cute young guys, especially since he claims to be straight - and I can see no logical reason for him to lie to me, so I can only assume that he keeps playing the game to mess with my head...)
I ended the night by giving
dx4 a short backrub (he was standing, and my arms got tired since he's about three inches taller than I am), said goodnight to him, puddlemagnet and twiddler, then headed off to catch the bus home. I didn't fall tonight, though I noted that the icy patch on which I'd slipped last night was still there.
