"It makes sense you'd be into that," he said. "You're so positive!" Which was nice, and not what most people have to say about furries.
We spent a couple of hours discussing all things 007 and finding out about each other's lives, then he dropped me back and disappeared into the rush hour.
From tonight until Monday morning I was booked into the convention hotel. This was a short drive from my hosts' place, with a stop at the Silver Diner so I could enjoy brined fried chicken with sausage gravy and a pecan waffle.
Then I was hurled into all the excitement and confusion of a furry con, with friends greeting friends and fursuiters offering hugs to all. I was delivered to Sparf, who would be my main point of contact and was the driving force behind my invitation, got myself registered, and received a sponsor pack full of gifts.
Being Guest of Honour entitled me to the VIP package, which included an extremely on-theme selection of swag, all branded with the con logo: a martini glass and cocktail shaker, an umbrella with a torch in the handle, a pen that is also a USB stick and laser pointer, and another pen with a compass, screwdrivers and flashlight.
I unpacked, returned downstairs, and was embroiled in earnest Best Bond discussions 10 minutes later. John had created the design for the conbook cover, which featured my fursona, and I wanted to tell everyone I saw carrying the book that IT ME.
Back in my 21st-floor hotel room, I had a bath then stared out of the window at the cars on the flyover, reflecting on the strange and wonderful circumstances that had brought me here.
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