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Terminus Wrap Up Post!
Aug. 11th, 2008 11:06 amBack in the room after the Leaving Feast, which was a breakfast. Everyone is bleary eyed but that's to be expected.
It's sad to see it's over, but these things must end.
Last night's Bon Voyage Ball was a blast. The dance floor was packed with close to a thousand dancers for much of the night, people costumed and dressed to the hilt, there was an incredible dessert buffet (which I was too full to eat), the ballroom was incredible, probably one of the most ornate and beautiful rooms in the city, and overall it was just an incredibly good time. Look for the picspam from people who, unlike me, remembered to bring their cameras!
After the ball I settled on the eighth floor in the elevator lobby with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
r_grayjoy, vals_wickedgrin, gatewaygirl, lesyeuxverts00, and some others whose LJ names I have either forgotten or at the moment I am too fried to remember, and we drabbled/drawbled for a while.
I did two in the time I was there, but I shall post them a bit later, as I have not transcribed them yet from my notebook.
Breakfast was a bit of a blur. I signed a lot more people's books, which meant writing a lot more haiku, until the last few I just had to do yearbook style (my apologies, anyone who wanted a haiku and just got a "hi, I love you" message instead... comment and I'll write one when I have more brain cells!).
Kohilo House ended up winning the Tempest Cup, though Brubu House (my house) did win in overall accumulated points from random sources. Kohilo had a lot more volunteers and people in the Quidditch and such, though, so they won the overall thing.
As it turned out, I won the silent auction item I bid on, a 1945 edition of Barchester Towers by Anthony Trollope! So I went to pick that up, and I bought an Aeolian University messenger bag while I was there, since my longtime travel/computer bag actually developed a fairly fatal hole in it sometime this weekend. (Some seams are actually giving out.) I've been carrying the previous one for TEN YEARS, and I got it FREE at a trade show, so I'd say I got my money's worth out of it...
We got late checkout, but I'm not going to the slashers pool party at 11am. (That's 5 minutes from now.) I don't want to get wet--I'm too tired for that--and I realize if I stop now I've probably managed to avoid any tearful goodbyes.
There was a young 'un last night (I'm guessing he was 18? If that?) who was blubbering as his friends dragged him from elevator to elevator, that in his school he's the "Harry Potter nut" and here everyone loved and accepted him and was like him and now he had to go back to the real world.
I had my own "OMG, it's over" moment at the ball. At one point I was up on the balcony looking down on everyone and realizing it. It's just like the end of summer camp, or a lot of other great experiences I've had, and it made me appreciate how really lucky I am. The "real life" I go back to is not all that different from the conference in a lot of ways. I've surrounded myself in my life with not only the sort of people who go nuts for Harry Potter, but who accept me for who I am and support the fact that I go nuts for Harry Potter (and other things).
I'll still bawl if something hits me right, but it'll be a happy, emotional-release kind of crying, not grief. I'd still like to avoid it--I'm getting on a plane and being stuffed up is the last thing I want. (And I forgot to pack enough allergy meds. Oops.)
Time to pack!
It's sad to see it's over, but these things must end.
Last night's Bon Voyage Ball was a blast. The dance floor was packed with close to a thousand dancers for much of the night, people costumed and dressed to the hilt, there was an incredible dessert buffet (which I was too full to eat), the ballroom was incredible, probably one of the most ornate and beautiful rooms in the city, and overall it was just an incredibly good time. Look for the picspam from people who, unlike me, remembered to bring their cameras!
After the ball I settled on the eighth floor in the elevator lobby with
r_grayjoy, vals_wickedgrin, gatewaygirl, lesyeuxverts00, and some others whose LJ names I have either forgotten or at the moment I am too fried to remember, and we drabbled/drawbled for a while.I did two in the time I was there, but I shall post them a bit later, as I have not transcribed them yet from my notebook.
Breakfast was a bit of a blur. I signed a lot more people's books, which meant writing a lot more haiku, until the last few I just had to do yearbook style (my apologies, anyone who wanted a haiku and just got a "hi, I love you" message instead... comment and I'll write one when I have more brain cells!).
Kohilo House ended up winning the Tempest Cup, though Brubu House (my house) did win in overall accumulated points from random sources. Kohilo had a lot more volunteers and people in the Quidditch and such, though, so they won the overall thing.
As it turned out, I won the silent auction item I bid on, a 1945 edition of Barchester Towers by Anthony Trollope! So I went to pick that up, and I bought an Aeolian University messenger bag while I was there, since my longtime travel/computer bag actually developed a fairly fatal hole in it sometime this weekend. (Some seams are actually giving out.) I've been carrying the previous one for TEN YEARS, and I got it FREE at a trade show, so I'd say I got my money's worth out of it...
We got late checkout, but I'm not going to the slashers pool party at 11am. (That's 5 minutes from now.) I don't want to get wet--I'm too tired for that--and I realize if I stop now I've probably managed to avoid any tearful goodbyes.
There was a young 'un last night (I'm guessing he was 18? If that?) who was blubbering as his friends dragged him from elevator to elevator, that in his school he's the "Harry Potter nut" and here everyone loved and accepted him and was like him and now he had to go back to the real world.
I had my own "OMG, it's over" moment at the ball. At one point I was up on the balcony looking down on everyone and realizing it. It's just like the end of summer camp, or a lot of other great experiences I've had, and it made me appreciate how really lucky I am. The "real life" I go back to is not all that different from the conference in a lot of ways. I've surrounded myself in my life with not only the sort of people who go nuts for Harry Potter, but who accept me for who I am and support the fact that I go nuts for Harry Potter (and other things).
I'll still bawl if something hits me right, but it'll be a happy, emotional-release kind of crying, not grief. I'd still like to avoid it--I'm getting on a plane and being stuffed up is the last thing I want. (And I forgot to pack enough allergy meds. Oops.)
Time to pack!
