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Breakfast this morning was a sit-down group affair with a hot breakfast instead of a buffet. It was oddly like the last day of summer camp. People were taking group pictures of new friends and passing around slips of paper to collect email addresses to keep in touch with people.
Breakfast was followed by the charity auction, but I couldn't stay. I'd been hoping to leave early in the morning, but I didn't want to miss the breakfast. I made the 560 mile drive home safely and am about to start plowing through the 307 emails I got while I was gone. I don't even want to think about how many friends pages I need to go through on LJ.
Anyway, I had a really good time at the con, and I hope Tonya and Emily decide to do it again next year.
Breakfast was followed by the charity auction, but I couldn't stay. I'd been hoping to leave early in the morning, but I didn't want to miss the breakfast. I made the 560 mile drive home safely and am about to start plowing through the 307 emails I got while I was gone. I don't even want to think about how many friends pages I need to go through on LJ.
Anyway, I had a really good time at the con, and I hope Tonya and Emily decide to do it again next year.
