I'm now going to finally get to actually sit down and have lunch with kshandra, after about a year of near misses and random meetings. I think it was last Pantheacon when I almost got whiplash walking past her in the dealers room, and then proceeded to bibble like a complete and utter dweeb. I don't know what I said, but at one point I found myself being leaned into by this lovely being, all sanity having left me, disgusted with my own semi-transparent lust. However, I tend to think this was due to the fact that the poor thing was incapacitated by cold meds, and not any particular charm or skill on my part.
I actually ran after her when she was leaving, woozy to the point that she was leaning against the people she came with to remain upright, shouting out my e-mail address. Smooth, Yo, really smooth.
Ran into her again at BayCon, and THIS time gave her my info, and she gave me hers...only for various reasons things didn't gel. It happens...
Then ambar got me hooked on LJ, I went wandering about exploring this strange, new land, doing some searching on some of my favorite search terms...and I noticed that one of the same LJ names kept coming up. Curious, I pulled up the LJ of...guess who.
Awhile ago, I came to a conclusion about meeting people: If you try too hard and it isn't supposed to happen, it doesn't. If you think you shouldn't try so hard and back off when you shouldn't, the universe keeps steering people back into your path. That happened to me and Roni, 6 years ago at that MacWorld when we met...despite my every conscious effort to avoid meeting. I'm really looking forward to this lunch, if only to figure out what the universe is trying to tell me.
Coincidence? Nah, don't believe in it.
Now, I just have to make sure I get down to the Hotel early enough. I don't think it'll be too much trouble, even with the concert the night before.
(knocks on wood)
Anyway, I have all the goofy gear I need for this 'con, all packed and in the car. The toy bag (a new on using one of the really nice giveaway back packs from garage.com, my former employer) is fully loaded for almost every contingency, and even my nice soft leather boots are polished. I managed to get to Good Vibes (all hail!) last week, so the ed latex and polyurethane (I know way too many latex sensitive people these days) safe sex supplies are stocked up. I think the only thing I haven't gotten were non-latex gloves.
The only thing I'm missing are batteries for the camera. I even picked up some Coke and 7-Up for the room (Sorry, but a buck a can? I don't think so!), and we can pick up munchies when we get down there.
It's funny, but everyone's been asking what I did today for my b-day...and then expressing their condolences when I say I had a nice, quiet day. I try to point out that this weekend is going to be the celebration as far as I'm concerned...I think a few people understood.
To tell the truth, the birthday is not so much a big deal as it is for some people. I appreciate the sentiments and such, but I think I like to try and celebrate all year long. I'm alive, people really care about me, and I have a really interesting life.
That doesn't suck.
Let's see if I can get this posted before midnight.