I am never going to paint myself blue again, for any reason, and that’s all I’m saying about that. I’m still getting that crap out from under my fingernails.
\nGahd it was a long weekend. Long. Longer.
\nNot longest, but a close runner-up.
\nI’m still beat down and my throat and ears are killing me, but I had a pretty good time. It was nice to stay at the hotel and not have to add “running back and forth from the house” into the mix of events. Being at the hotel was sort of a hassle as well, but it wasn’t as much<\/i> of a hassle, and I’ll probably do it that way again (also, I didn’t leave blue gunk all over my<\/i> towels — although the hotel staff are probably cursing my name).
\nNext time I want a room that’s a little closer to… anything… cripes but that is a poorly laid-out hotel.
\nEverything was fun and I only had one real let-down the whole weekend, which I’ll probably bitch about on my games page later.
\nGlad to be home, glad to be here, and now it’s time for lunch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am never going to paint myself blue again, for any reason, and that’s all I’m saying about that. I’m still getting that crap out from under my fingernails. Gahd it was a long weekend. Long. Longer. Not longest, but a close runner-up. I’m still beat down and my throat and ears are killing me, … <\/p>\n