Bronycon Stories: Petrimix (Tuesday)

You know, i was going to make a big, official "i'm back" blog. I abstained from it on the basis that i should put out more than one story in the space of a week before claiming it as an official signal of my return to writing. And it wasn't as if i didn't write a bunch: I just didn't publish anything i wrote. Once i actually get any of:

- A clopfic with the clop removed to make more space for ~feelings~

- A totally-not-ripping-off-Jaxie's-take-on-changeling-power-perspective story about the kiddie six

- "Pulp Authorfic" that almost certainly won't represent how a real live individual actually acts in real life (and if nothing else, I'm pretty sure that said person isn't a CQC expert with sublime balisong skills)

- Tacking another chapter onto one of the half-dozen unfinished fics that I've got on here already

- Tacking another chapter onto one of at least two blog series' that I've got on here already

Then the "I'm back" post might show up. Complete with music and explanations!

But as for now, I can't leave my hotel until my phone gets out of "deep charge" mode, because I drained all the battery on the carpool to Baltimare and I'll be damned if i go out by myself into a city without a GPS: not just because my sense of direction is poor, but because everything from my attire to my BMI has a gigantic "mug me and sell one of my kidneys" sign painted all over it.

So what should I do instead?

Let's do a con blog! Everyone loves those, and there totally won't be any oversaturation of blogs like these on Fimfic.

Better yet, let's do a blog updating all the nifty little things that happen to me over the course of the con insofar as i can remember things accurately because holy fuck my memory is bad as horse apples.

Fun? Fun. Let's take a brief look at the life (and thoughts) of Petri!

_{Okay, maybe not so fun.}

Tuesday:

6:00 AM: Whoo, boy, I am AWAKE. I'm full of energy and ready to have the best convention experience EVER! This year is going to be 🎵Perfect~🎵

6:01 AM: Wait why the fuck am I so awake now, my bus doesn't leave until 10 and i don't have to be out the door until 9-ish.

6:02 AM: Okay, the convention hype is starting to wear off and I'm not sure I can get back to sleep. I might as well have coffee and try to get fully awake.

6:04 AM: Why is there no coffee in my apartment

8:35 AM: Should I pack beer and share it with people? I mean, beer is pretty Wisconsinian and I'm sure that folks would like the gesture if i brought in some local stuff.

8:36 AM: Yeah, might as well. It couldn't hurt, if nothing else.

9:30 AM: Okay, I know I'm here early, but why hasn't my bus shown up, yet? I know it comes in early for pickup, too.

9:40 AM: Maybe the bus is late. I should try and keep calm.

9:45 AM: Where the fuck is my bus i swear to god

9:50 AM: [a series of increasingly frantic phone calls to company employees in the vague hope that one of them can help me figure out what to do]

9:57 AM: Right, so the bus headed to the same city as the one I'm going to but without any indicative marking that it's going anywhere close to my drop-off point is the one i need to hop on. This makes perfect sense!

10:05 AM: Is it just me, or is one of my bags wet?

10:06 AM: oh my god my backpack is pee-peeing beer onto the bus floor a little

10:07 AM: [frantic calculations on whether or not I'll be able to run damage control on the backpack during any point in time during the day]

10:08 AM: [arrival at an undesirable conclusion and an attempt at feigning obliviousness and non-culpability at the whole situation]

2:32 PM: Well, time to wait at the union station food court. I guess it's time for food court food!

2:47 PM: Oh, right. This is food court food.

2:49 PM: Oh my god I'm really going to have to eat this aren't I

8:30 PM: Right, train's finally almost at Durand station. Just 55 minutes until I arrive and I'll get a break from transit.

8:41 PM: Wait, did the conductor just say this stop was Durand station?

8:42 PM: Oh fuck why is this Durand station, this may be the first time in my life in which I've been perturbed by public transit being more time-efficient than expected

11:51 PM: Ahh, so this is the episode in Fumoffu where everyone ends up naked. I was beginning to wonder if this was, like, one of the 1.5% of all animes that don't have teenage girls losing their panties in some fashion or another.

_{There were plenty of guns, though, so the all-American part of me was satisfied}

Technically, I could also talk about things that happened today, but my brain doesn't want me to think up some more funny stuff as much as it wants me to roll around on this fucking huge-ass hotel bed like I'm Imp on a bed of grass.

Keep it real, dudes. Hopefully I'll get to run into a bunch of you at the con and practice my verbal shitposting skills.

_{And yes, most of the beer survived. All is well. My backpack smells a little fruity and wheaty, but other than that...}