It was the best of times...
I think that what makes Eurofurence so wonderful is the sheer amount of dedication that the staff members put in to it. It's not perfect and it has its share of problems and scheduling mixups, but there is so much energy pouring into the singular effort of putting on a good show and making the attendees happy. Couple that with the legendary Germanic efficiency, and you get an unbeatable force. Their Pawpet Show lived up to the tradition of making each year even more wow-filled than the previous. If you say "Mika-snowball" to anyone who was there he'll burst out laughing.
It was the worst of times...
This was the last year that Eurofurence will be at the beautiful Ringberg Hotel. I am not usually susceptible to Post-Con Depression but I had it really bad on Sunday afternoon and evening. The Ringberg Team has always gone so far above and beyond the call of duty to make sure that Eurofurence was successful. I am very sorrowful that I did not get to see Andre, "The Hairless Master of Alcohol" on Sunday night, and since I had to leave very early on Monday morning I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to him.
And as if that didn't have me feeling badly enough, what happened after I left the con is going to stay with me for quite some time.
NOTICE: As of this posting my parents are still in Germany enjoying a carefree holiday for the next ten days. It is forbidden to divulge any of the following to them until they get home. Let them have fun; they don't need things to worry about.
(*) European luggage trolleys are designed with a brake that allows them to be taken onto the escalators are airports. I had one in which the brake didn't grab very well and let the cart roll back enough that it fell on top of me. It cracked a rib on the right side of my chest, which sucks because that had been the good side. The dry air on the airplane made me cough and sneeze a lot which was agonizing and made for a very unpleasant flight home.
(*) I returned home to find my home flooded. I live in a condominium which has a unit upstairs. The washing machine in that unit blew a gasket and dropped a few hundred gallons of water or so through the ceiling and saturated my living room, kitchen, and dining room. The brand-new wood cabinets may have to be torn out -- I don't know. The ceiling will have to come down, the carpet's definitely fragged and the floor beneath...well, someone's coming tomorrow to look at it. The poor lady who lives upstairs was in tears since this happened on Saturday because she had no idea how to get a hold of me. She couldn't reach me at work because the company was closed for the weekend, and she couldn't reach my parents because they were in Germany with me. I think she feels worse than I do and she won't listen when I tell her it is not her fault.
So Eurofurence utterly rocked, and I am very glad that I got to experience it before the rest of the stuff happened. As for now I'm going to dig into the lovely bottle of Mueller-Thurgau that I brought home with me. No calls, please. I'm not in a chatty mood.