Monday is perhaps the oddest day at Dragon*Con. Having partied out and now checking out of the hotels, everyone is pretty mellow by Monday. Costumes are few as most have been packed away, and the whole thing feels like a town packing up for the season.
Still, there are always a couple of people still in the full convention spirit, and I’m happily one of them.
Packing up is a little sad, watching the dealer’s room quickly come apart. It generally takes us about an hour and a half to get packed up and out on the road again. This year had an extra bit of crazy, because the rain finally decided to come down hard right as it was time for load out. In the mad dash, one of my boxes opened and spilled twice, and the car as a whole was not nearly as nicely packed as on the way out. (Note to self: even though it’s bulkier, bring the industrial, two wheeled dolly next year instead of the big flat one.) I ended up repacking the car when we stopped for gas down the road.
We added what may be a new tradition for our ride home this year. Mark’s mom had just moved to the Atlanta area, and her birthday also happened to be Monday. So we stopped by her new place on the way out, enjoyed a late dinner, and got to have some family time before we hit the road again.
All in all, we had yet another excellent year, and are already starting our plans for next year.