It's now the morning after Anthrocon, and first thing I'm going to say is, it has been an experience, both good, bad, and ugly.
The convention itself absolutely rocked as always; the Dealer's room was packed, though I heard pretty much across the board that sales were slower than expected/ usual. I only actually commissioned one piece of art (which still makes me squee everytime I look at it, it's just that awesome), along with my usual T-shirt fixation, and somehow, Kria's own button fetish seems to have rubbed off on me. Seriously. I bought like a dozen of the damn things.
I also finally have my first new tail in almost a decade (tenkyu Jessica!); it felt wonderful to not feel 'naked' at a furcon/ meet for once, though that's a story in itself.
I got to actually hang out with Mab and crew for once; She is one of the most incredible people you'd ever want to meet, and a crazy, super-talented artist. As are her friends, and the people from the forum. As a group however, I still feel like a huge outcast, as I was away from the fandom for many years...I missed a lot of the bonding moments that brought this group together, and as such may never quite fit. Faded blue-collar ponies need not apply I guess *sigh*
We did happen to meet up with Odela and Azlan (from Furcadia) on the roof of the convention center; It was wonderful to finally put a face to a name, as well as talk nostalgia with other members of the 'old guard'. Their reaction to seeing the two of us was one of the few truly high points of the weekend, and I wished we could have chatted longer.
Kria herself arrived on Friday night, and it was beyond obvious from the word go that she was personally NOT comfortable there. Technically, she's not a furry, and never was; I made the mistake of assuming that since she has a highly artistic background, plus her love of dragons, fairies, and all things mythical would help her settle right in. All I'm going to say is, I seriously screwed the pooch on that one. She wound up hanging out downtown and exploring away from the con; This after being snubbed by several people who I'd have thought would know better than to treat someone's mate like that. Stay classy guys.
Leaving Anthrocon to me has always been like leaving a far off world or even another planet; as you drive away, the signs of 'our' little civilization fade from view, and eventually all you're left with is the lonely blackness of space, or in my case, the PA Turnpike. That kind of loneliness would drive anybody down, that's why there's a thing called PCD. In my case, overall, this year's AC was a megawfulnormous (thanks Mab) failure. I have completely lost my motivation/ inspiration to attempt new arts, felt like I was in someone's way all the time, and had an even bigger social/ emotional wedge driven between my mare and I, on top of all the other crap we're handling in real life. It's at the point even an old greymuzzle like myself, has been driven to the point...I'm pondering hanging up my tail for good...
D'ymkarra