So I got back from the convention over the weekend that was a vacation since it was in a location in the United States that I do not normally visit or reside in. At the convention, where I spent Thursday night into Monday morning, I roomed with these particularly likable and good people who were fun to hang out with. We also did some consumption of alcohol/marijuana/other assorted socially acceptable intoxicants in the room/car/woods. I also partook in sexual activity with people you may know of but I cannot say because of the bro code and because it is not socially acceptable to name the people you had sexual intercourse with.

I spent money a lot. I consumed various fast foods and if I could afford it, nicer food in restaurants that are good, though that is usually just one meal. Most of the time the food consumed is cheap and low in vitamins, or is Red Bull. I also spent money in the Artist's Alley on commissions of my fursona in sexual and/or nonsexual situations drawn by an artist I am aware of from the internet. The social interaction was awkward but I am glad I got the art piece. I may have also bought a badge, a CD, comic books, tshirts, or other trinkets, from the Artist's Alley.

I spent most of the con talking to people who were either in fursuit, in which a mandatory hug was instated, spoke to a group of people standing around the lobby somewhere, usually composed of five to eight people I either know from the internet or from hanging out with them normally, or a combination of people in fursuits standing around in fursuits in circles of five to eight acquaintances. The conversations can vary greatly, but usually involve furries, gossip about other furries, the newest social media trends, or popular culture.

I attended some of the events at the convention which usually involve some kind of panel of a person who is speaking publicly but usually does not engage in public speaking, some kind of concert or dance party, and then of course the fursuit dancing competition. The people play music or dance together decently or dance on stage for competition with great skill in dancing. Overall, I am impressed by the dancing and it makes me feel like I should learn how to stretch and/or dance so I can dance.

At the convention, something bad happened. I lost something. I got into an argument with someone. Someone creepily hit on me. Some event staffers did something I did not find to my liking. The fire alarm got pulled. Regardless, whatever thing happens invariably becomes a meme among the group of people I hang out with at the convention.

I leave the con feeling socially exhausted but also saddened that I cannot see the people I hung out with for a while, a minimum of two month but on average six months to a year. I am saddened because I return to my regular life where I must go to work or school and deal with the people I see too often, and I also can't do things in my normal life for a while because I spent a ton of money going to the furry convention so it will take me a minimum of two weeks to a month to be able to go out again in my normal life without dipping into my savings or spending money above my means.

The convention was a blast, I love my besties.

I am a robot. Bleep Bloop.