I’ve been itching to do more different conventions this year. I was just thinking about when I went to Boskone when I was a young teen and there were tons of other people who had read so many of the same books I had, books that my high school drinking buddies, cool as they were, sure hadn’t. I got to wear my mom’s old sparkley evening gowns. My friend Sue and I ran around the convention dressed outlandishly and staying up around the clock and laughing at and with all the crazyness. Some older guy tried to take my mom’s evening gown off me in a brightly lit hotel hallway. I fooled around with my first boy with an earring. I’d thought they were bad before then, because my parents had told me so, but the side with the earring was facing away from me when I met the boy. I don’t remember his name, although I do remember what he looked like and flying up to Boston to visit him later and him trying to teach me to drive and his mom trying to take me to church. Ron maybe? I wonder what Sue is doing now. Oddly enough, the only person I am even peripherally in touch with now from that time is the random older guy who tried to take my dress off in a hallway in front of an audience.
Yes, I just saw the most recent Star Wars on DVD. Star Wars doesn’t move me like it once did.