Okay, where was I? I may never be done writing about JournalCon, this is the fourth entry and I'm still only on Friday! It'll be Christmas and I will only barely be halfway through Sunday.

But I would like to start with an apology to poor Anna Beth, who was left un-linked by me yesterday and was quite undone. Also, she objected to being called a hillbilly, because she is, in fact, a swampbilly, but since that isn't a real word, and hillbilly does more accurately describe her accent than the term "Southern" does, that the term must stand.

At least she's been linked now! Twice, even!

So, where were we? O yes, on the long tramp to John Barleycorn wearing Molly Zero's red crew jacket.

When we finally got there, there was a man out front checking IDs, that made for a bit of flutter around the underage members (or maybe just member) of the group, and I, of course, had neglected to bring my wallet with me, and I rather hoped that the lines around my eyes would be proof enough of age.

I got to the doorman, he held out his hand, I looked at him and said, "I'm thirty-seven years old." He let me through.

Then was the buffet dinner, which was great fun. There were taquitos, so I was happy as a clam. A Mexican clam, I suppose.

Emily bought me a cherry coke and Anna Beth (look, another link!) bought me a cherry coke, and Kate, wildly upset that I was not drinking alcohol, bought me a screwdriver.

There was much talking and laughing and discussing celebrity crushes ( Athena and I bonded over our mutual love of Henry Rollins) and everyone took pictures but me, since I don't use a flash.

Nickolaus had the clever idea of a group picture out in the backyard, and then took pictures of people with his Kodak and handed them out. My picture is of me holding the much-linked Anna Beth. I look like a monster in it, but it makes me laugh. I'll scan it soon and get it up. Every picture anyone took of Emily is of her kissing someone--when she gets a little loaded, she just starts climbing everyone like a tree, it's really cute.

More drinking, more debauchery, more "Who are those two guys in crewcuts dressed alike? Are they twins or boyfriends?" We only had the room privately until 10p, then all kinds of other people came in, and I decided to go back to the hotel sometime after 11.30p or so.

I think I went back with Melissa and Kate and Athena and Elizabeth, but since I spent most of the weekend in cabs with Melissa and Kate and Athena and Elizabeth, I could be remembering a different time. It took about fourteen seconds to get back, which was when we realized that we had been taken the loooooong way 'round on the walk over!

And yes, it was those girls, because I remember now, we went to Walmart and got candy and soda. Melissa rejected all of the candy corn available, because she is some kind of candy corn connoisseur or something, and I got all of the Dots in the world, because the only boxes they had were the size of silos.

Then someone called Dora on the their cell-phone and we all talked to her, me taking the opportunity to take her to task for coming to NY before I read her journal, and now I do, and where the hell is she? Staying home, that's where!

People just don't think enough about my needs.

Then back to the hotel, where I woke up Jette, because she was in the bed by the door, and I wrote for a little minute at the desk, then went to bed. I only had my winter pjs with me, so I turned on the air conditioning to sleep.

So decadent. So JournalCon.

Today's horoscope:
Today the watchwords are safe, sane and sensible. Any financial moves should be very practical. Use your common sense.

One year ago today:
MOLLY
Hooray! First one up is a rotten elk!

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