home from MJ and (barely) still conscious

OMG so tired. And bizarrely, I've come home to an empty house; my boys are out, I think at a drum class. It's so rare that I have the house to myself; I must say the quiet is just gorgeous. And a tad soporific. A nap might be in order.

I had a really good weekend, though. MJ was the predictable mix of awesome and over-stimulating. I reconnected with many people who I really like, which was fabulous even when I didn't get to spend enough time with them. And I met a bunch of new people who I really like, several of whose names I even remember! But several of whose names I've forgotten, for which I feel quite sheepish. If you're seeing this post and we had a good time together this weekend and I haven't added you as a friend, please comment or something so I'll know who you are -- and please don't take my forgetfulness personally. (I'm not sure what it says about me that I seem to remember people's accessories better than their names in some cases -- like, the person who had the wonderful multicolor seatbelt bag, and the person who had the beautiful sparkly earrings that reminded me of tasteful chandeliers. You guys are cool. And if it were possible to track down your journals by describing your accessories, I'd have friended you already.)

Anyway. I don't doubt that some folks are going to post excellent, detailed con reports that recap the weekend, but I think mine will have to read:

Wine. People! WINE AND PEOPLE. Not enough sleep. Caffeine. People! Panels! Tiredness. More caffeine. MOAR PEOPLE. WINE. Vids! Shininess! OMG SLEEP. Discussion of ass-babies before breakfast; anal sex panel after breakfast. PEOPLE! PANELS! WINE! Etc. And then a long drive, and now I think it's time to face-plant.