After the yard sale, at which surplus goodies were sold off cheap (the_gneech, I picked up your delightful 2011 con T-shirt for one English pound, shortly before they sold out forever), it was time for final goodbyes with as many of my old and new friends as I could find in my circuitous journey to the car park. Hardier souls, and staff, were staying an extra night for the Dead Dog Party, but I had work the next day. My ride home took a little over two and a half hours, and was made with my new tail flapping from the back of my bike jacket.
As you will have gathered, I enjoyed my first furry convention immensely. The friendliness of the other attendees was what made it for me - everyone who knew it was my first time kept asking how it was going - along with the attention to detail: the mediaeval theme extended to the keycards for the hotel rooms, which featured badger jesters and wolf knights, and to the beer tokens, which were laser-etched wood. The hotel staff wore T-shirts with cartoon pumas on, the hotel being part of the Puma chain, and were super helpful.
It's hard to pick a favourite moment, as there were many great ones, from playing Frisbee in the sun with a real actual dog to signing my first ever autograph in a copy of Hot Dish (with an orange pen I'd brought specially). So I'm going to leave the last word to kyellgold, who, when I waved my HELLO! I'M A HUSKY badge at him, looked me in the eye and said with grave conviction "You are a husky."
Yes. Yes, I am.