Where Dustbunnies Go To Die

I managed to get up around 1 today knowing that I was supposed to be picked up at 3:30 by rockgoddes to go to Con No Baka to open up the Gaylaxicon table while she looked after the TT table. Things started out rough when I got outside to go for my daily coffee, and felt in my pocket for my wallet - and it wasn't there. I waited a few minutes and nobody came by, so I had to go around to the other side of the building and buzz the superintendent to be let in, as my building key is an electronic card that I keep in my wallet.

So, having gotten my coffee I came back to pack for Con No Baka. I had exchanged emails a couple of nights ago with cuteteenboy in which he asked if I wanted to share a hotel room. I said, "if you can get a couple of other people, sure," but I hadn't heard back from him since. So I didn't know whether to pack clothes and my toiletries kit, or just the stuff for the table. I phoned him, but got his voice mail. So I just packed for the table (and I still haven't heard from him, so I guess I made the right choice, at least for tonight).

I got to Don Mills station at about 3:25 and went upstairs to meet rockgoddes at the passenger pickup. Around 3:45, she wasn't there so I called her cellphone and got her voicemail. I left a message and went back to watch for her again. At 4:05, she still wasn't there, so I called again - and found out she'd been waiting for me at York Mills station. Which actually makes more sense, because that's where she drops me off when she gives me rides back into town. I had meant to confirm that, but with everything else going on I had forgotten. Oops.

Anyway, we got to the hotel, a bit later than we had intended, and tried to find someone who had our badges so that we could get up to the Dealers' Room. The con was sparsely attended at this point and they seemed to be having some last-minute crises going on, so ferrio volunteered to escort us upstairs, whereupon we found out that the person with the badges for the dealers and fan tables was inside the Dealers' Room. I ask, how would we have gotten up there had ferrio not been around, known us, and had the authority to take us up there, since their Security volunteers were being rather strict? (One of them stopped me from coming back down from the Dealers' Room when I was on my way over to grab a burger at Harvey's, because my badge was pinned to my shirt under my coat. Since there's no real way for me to have gotten up there in the first place unless I was authorized, I'm not sure why he was badging me on the way out.)

Anyhow, a few people came by and got all giddy over the prospect of a gay SF convention, and took flyers, but I didn't sell any memberships. I sold one Pride bracelet, but that was it. rockgoddes dropped assetic and me off at York Mills, and I got home about an hour ago. Two messages on my answering machine - one from 3:45 this afternoon checking to see if I'd left yet, and one other, but nothing yet from cuteteenboy. Unless I see him tomorrow, I guess I'm commuting all weekend.

Strangely, despite the fact that I didn't really do much other than sit all day, I'm tired. I blame the con atmosphere, even though there weren't really all that many people there this evening. Maybe it'll be busier tomorrow.