Excellent con. Here is a bone dry recollection of the weekend:

Thursday night, drove down, many stories were told, arrived at the hotel uneventfully at around 10am Friday.

Checked in, zonked for a few hours, went to some events, walked around, drank lots of beer, ate seafood, danced like a moron, broke record for worst rock band game ever. Super happy awesome fun times. Hung out with Look Left most of the weekend.

Saturday, got up, ate seafood, drank coffee, went to events, harassed dealers with promises of large quantities of money, dances dances dances. Fursuit paraded, sheppy meet, ate seafoods, drank heavily once again, dance dance dance!!!!

Sunday, disembarked from super comfy bed, ate seafood, partied down, super super salty wings after closing ceremonies....flavored with the tears of all the fox bois. Passed out in some kind of coma after the dead dog drinking contest....

Monday, got up, stuffed belongings in the car and drove home... got back around 8pm. Gave my sheppylady lots of kisses and passed out.