Friday started early-ish, as I still had a scanner in Ops to get up and running. It was a bigger fight than the printer. I had forgotten how old and slow that machine is (not having done anything but run videos on it in the last few years). Still, after an hour or so, it was working. I didn't go to the ICG annual meeting, although I was awake for it.
I got to spend some time in the dealers' room, mostly visiting with dealers I know, and not buying anything. Aziza had an excellent purple coat and collar, and if she didn't sell it I will probably buy it at BayCon.
I'm spacing Friday afternoon. I haven't the foggiest. I think I spent a little time in Ops and in the Consuite, and mostly wandered around chatting with people. Before lunch I did spend time in mainstage helping tech hang lights and cables.
At around 7:00 I caught K and pointed out that he didn't have much time to get dressed for the Victorian Underwear party. This was a good thing, for some reason he thought it was 6:00. We got up to the room, changed quickly, and he went backstage to be ready for his set in the entertainment. Cathleen & James did an excellent job mixing the entertainment that K had booked with open and performance dances. We hit the jackpot on the theme. So many people coming already did skin-out historical costume that they had it easy, and quite a few people just went crazy with their ideas. DJ Neshemah spun a fabulous set after the main entertainment ended. We kept running into people who said "we were going to come to the parties, but we just couldn't leave until the next song was over!"
Both consuite and the Pretty Pink Princess party were hopping. I showed trystbat and demode the secret (well, if the curtains had been open it wouldn't have been secret) patio which allowed their party to expand and grow without reaching critical density. We brought some pink wine, and drank some pink drinks. It was excellent.
As PPP was wrapping up, we hauled a gang up to the room for more drinks and snacks. gurdymonkey brought "100 Poems" sake, and we opened obi_have's bottle of imported ozeki. Both were fabulous. The infamous cheezu-mochi snacks were officially declared "crack" and the frosted seaweed crackers (only slightly less addictive) were declared "heroin." Things lasted until a bit before 6:00 am.
This proved to be a pattern. I saw very little of K in prime-hours, and we stayed up late after the big events.
Sleep: 2 hours