I had my own share of difficulties in transitioning from a houseful of warm, clever, affectionate friends to the silence of rooms looming with stripped mattresses. It's not as painful as I had feared, though, probably because I am still aglow with the tangible love of those few days, my mind still sorting through the memories that I will tuck away into the recesses of my heart. My body has a strange filing system, it seems.
There was that moment leaving the airport yesterday when I must have gotten something in my eye, a midge perhaps, and I admit I am feeling somewhat deprived of bone-crushing hugs today, but knowing that this Blog Convention test drive was an overwhelming success is helping me focus on the joy that it happened rather than the sense of loss now that it is over. Because there will most certainly be a BlogCon next year. I admit I have a tendency for hyperbole on occasion, but trust me when I say that this was the most fulfilling, invigorating, life-affirming experience that I have had in decades.
And it's not the sort of weekend that I can sum up in a single blog post or even in a series of posts. It was simultaneously the shortest and the fullest weekend I can recall, and I am still trying to process it all. It is difficult to explain magic, and I am not sure that I will ever fully be able to, but I know that I am a better person for it.
I think it's rather telling that, not only did I not blog a single time during this Blog Convention, but I barely touched my laptop. I do wish you could all have been there with us, as we tested out this concept of a meeting of blogger minds. Of course we were tempted to communicate with each other by sitting around the living room with laptops blazing, but in the end, the lure of real life warm bodies won out. I will share more, in a more cohesive fashion, once I have more fully grasped exactly what transpired within these walls, but for now all I can do is gush.
BlogCon (beta) turned out to be five days of bonding, of discovery, of discussion, of embracing friendships new and old. There was manly bonding over microwave installations, there was debate over the proper use of fondant between the newly met bakers, there was sharing of highly disparate music and an embracing of new sounds, there were wine-fueled round table dinner party discussions. There were docs watched from the chesterfield and comedy sketches on laptops, there were new libations invented and a fridge that refused to empty, there were poignant insightful discussions and far too much utter silliness to be proper for a houseful of grownups. I do believe there were a few cases of permanent laughter-inflicted lung damage. Personally, I am still surprised that there were no emergency trips to Shoppers Drug Mart to stock up on Depends.
Outside the walls of Casa del Zombie there was Wordfest complete with a heavy metal poetess and some big names in CanLit, there were Darwin and Einstein at the World of Science, there was Recordland with its seizure-inducing filing system, and there was the metal tee shirt shop that made certain members of the group positively apoplectic with joy.
And oh yes, there was certainly Crokinole.
What's the best conference you have ever been to?