We are home again, and yay! King did most of the driving to and from. The one hour I did, I was instantly sleepy, which freaked me out. I could not keep my eyes open, but a car without a pillow (we left ours at the hotel, oops), is hard to sleep in.

The Big Gay Bruch was Big and GAY. Great food, but we'd finished eating at our table and Chris, Richard, Waid and Kirkman were still waiting. I left at 11:50 and they'd just been served.

I went around the room and took pictures for the CAPE! Sunburn Gallery. One person of every three had a burn. One of every six was burnt so bad it hurt to look at them. Sean Jackson was the worst, having a whole naked pate to fry, but Marc Andreyko was a close second, being burnt at badly as Sean, but just on one side of his face. The knuckles of Marc's writing hand were pink, too.

I'll post pictures and write more later. Right now, it's nap clobberin' time.

Special thanks to Shon for watching our critters, Paul Riddell for being my booth bunny, and Paul Benjamin for entertaining Summer at breakfast. Thanks also to everyone who is not Daniel Way for peeing somewhere they could not be seen.