So in a fit of foolishness some time back, I purchased a membership for World Fantasy Con in Brighton this year.
Foolishness because a) have you *seen* the Rand/Pound exchange rate? and b) have you seen the Rand/Pound exchange rate?
There are c’s and d’s and e’s, of course, things like..who will Spawn-and-house-and-pet-sit? What if the plane crashes? Omg, other people, I am terrible around other people, what was I thinking?
But there are plusses, like, hey, this is my first trip overseas in like…15 years. Okay. This is my second trip overseas. Hush. This will be The Boy’s first trip overseas ever and he is going to have such an awesome time. I am going to see people I only ever get to chat with online.
And that’s the part that just made me sit back and go whoaaaah. Because I’m looking at the membership list and like…wow. Some of those names are people I have followed on LJ for almost a decade? And…they’re real. That’s bizarre. The world is bizarre. I need a lie down.
Anyway, if you’re going and you see me, say hi, because I will probably be terrified inside and feeling completely lost and out of my depth.