SF conventions lately end up being this blur of events seen through a haze of sleep deprivation. (The sleep deprivation is nothing new, but I think my memory of cons used to be a bit less discontinuous.)
As usual, I attended damn few actual convention events, visited more parties than I can remember, and spent every meal of the convention in good conversation with friends who I don't get to see often enough.
Many thanks to BG, who furnished a comfy home base for us up in her room on 7, as well as a parking space in the garage for our car. Thanks also to various wonderful people who were cuddly and snuggly and fun; you know who you are, you filled my con with great memories, and you all rock.