And Lo, it was Good.
Jul. 22nd, 2024 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wombat_sochoWe only had a couple of members who couldn't make it this year, along with Caitlin, who I didn't give enough lead time to raise the money for her airfare. The heat was hot, but people mostly seemed happy with the relaxed programming and the facilities in general. (We're still going to look at the Golden Nugget.) The Plaza seemed happy with us, too, seeing as how they expressed interest in having us back and were willing to take a post-dated check for the last third of the function space rental. Just about everyone committed to proselytizing for the convention
Alice and Dan Lang brought massive quantities of snacks and fluids, so much so that Dan earned himself a comped sponsorship for next year and a staff job: he'll be S-4 with additional duty as AV guy. Needless to say, we had to pack a lot of it out; I wound up taking home all the water enhancers I bought at Family Dollar (nobody else used them), half a case of Diet Coke, and most of a half gallon of heavy cream. Speaking of food, despite us committing to feed Brad in the contract, he sneakily managed to pay for all his own meals and T-shirt. Gonna reimburse him anyway. That'll show him.
Preregistrations for SoS3 along with shirt & button sales raised a little over $600, $500 of which went into the convention account at NSB; the rest went into the gas tank at the Maverik off Lake Mead Drive. It was miserably hot, as it had been all weekend, and I didn't go in to get fluids; I did pick up some Hate Chikuns and Diet Dr. Pepper at the CFA over on Centennial by the Sam's Club, but that was it. The only stop I made on the way home was in Beatty, where diarrhea assailed me again (as it had at NSB, where one of the bankers kindly let me use their men's room to excrete (more) and clean up as best I could.
When I got home, I grabbed the remaining donuts from Pinkbox (large, more expensive, and more wildly varied than Dunkin) and the cream and went upstairs, where I removed my filthy clothes, cleaned up, and napped fitfully for a couple of hours before making a futile run to Raley's where I intended to pick up some tea, some bread, and some Gatorade Zero, but it was in vain because I stupidly forgot my wallet. I tired to schlep the suitcase, backpack, and sodas up to the apartment, but I was struggling, and fortunately one of my neighbors helped with the suitcase.
Damages for the weekend: left the cooler block behind at the Strat in the room fridge's freezer; lost the S-Pen to my phone on the way back, and sustained heavy damage to the bumper when a truck in the NSB parking lot proved to be closer than I thought. They weren't damaged, but I'm surprised the bumper stayed on all the way to Tonopah. I guess I'll check with Cal-Nevada about beating it back into place and get that done at the beginning of August. I did not lose my hat or blender bottle, though I thought I might have.
Going to have to wait until tomorrow to do the writeup for the website, since all my notes are with the badges, lanyards, unused program books, etc. in the car.
Alice and Dan Lang brought massive quantities of snacks and fluids, so much so that Dan earned himself a comped sponsorship for next year and a staff job: he'll be S-4 with additional duty as AV guy. Needless to say, we had to pack a lot of it out; I wound up taking home all the water enhancers I bought at Family Dollar (nobody else used them), half a case of Diet Coke, and most of a half gallon of heavy cream. Speaking of food, despite us committing to feed Brad in the contract, he sneakily managed to pay for all his own meals and T-shirt. Gonna reimburse him anyway. That'll show him.
Preregistrations for SoS3 along with shirt & button sales raised a little over $600, $500 of which went into the convention account at NSB; the rest went into the gas tank at the Maverik off Lake Mead Drive. It was miserably hot, as it had been all weekend, and I didn't go in to get fluids; I did pick up some Hate Chikuns and Diet Dr. Pepper at the CFA over on Centennial by the Sam's Club, but that was it. The only stop I made on the way home was in Beatty, where diarrhea assailed me again (as it had at NSB, where one of the bankers kindly let me use their men's room to excrete (more) and clean up as best I could.
When I got home, I grabbed the remaining donuts from Pinkbox (large, more expensive, and more wildly varied than Dunkin) and the cream and went upstairs, where I removed my filthy clothes, cleaned up, and napped fitfully for a couple of hours before making a futile run to Raley's where I intended to pick up some tea, some bread, and some Gatorade Zero, but it was in vain because I stupidly forgot my wallet. I tired to schlep the suitcase, backpack, and sodas up to the apartment, but I was struggling, and fortunately one of my neighbors helped with the suitcase.
Damages for the weekend: left the cooler block behind at the Strat in the room fridge's freezer; lost the S-Pen to my phone on the way back, and sustained heavy damage to the bumper when a truck in the NSB parking lot proved to be closer than I thought. They weren't damaged, but I'm surprised the bumper stayed on all the way to Tonopah. I guess I'll check with Cal-Nevada about beating it back into place and get that done at the beginning of August. I did not lose my hat or blender bottle, though I thought I might have.
Going to have to wait until tomorrow to do the writeup for the website, since all my notes are with the badges, lanyards, unused program books, etc. in the car.
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Date: 2024-07-24 12:30 am (UTC)I hope to make it there some year.
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Date: 2024-07-24 02:00 am (UTC)(edited for correct date)