Unconventioneering

Returning to normal weirdness after seasons of extreme weirdness

This weekend, my local steampunk convention returns to the calendar. I have tickets. I have outfits that are almost done, and little piles of accessories, wigs, shoes, etc. all over my bedroom. I have last minute entry into the fashion show. Masks are required, and we will be asked to present our vaccination cards, though they are not banning the unvaccinated.

I am excited. I am nervous. I am prepared to go, sartorially, fiscally, vacation-time-ly. I am prepared to bail, emotionally, nervously, cautiously…