It's the second day of Quakecon. The sleep deprivation has kicked in so that I have no appetite, I can run on 4-6 hours of sleep, and lots of cool other things that I can't normally do. Know those moments when you're somewhere between being awake and dreaming, and you can't really figure out which one you're in? Parties like these make that feeling last three days straight.
It's been a great time so far. Early check-in was very painless this year thanks to the 12 or so people who were all in line together, just BSing and pranking people with the Moreno's Airzooka - a little toy that shoots air breezes at unsuspecting people - hilarity always ensues. Got everyone set up and played a few rounds, then headed off to dinner with a group of 10. We wound up tearing up Macaroni Grill in one of the most hilarious events that's ever happened anywhere. Really. It was funny as hell.
Everyone's still in the process of waking up, but Day 2 promises to be fun now that people's games are working.
At the same time, it's weird. It hit me that I'm a mere week away from moving back to Austin for year #2. Even though it won't be as new as it was before, I'm still sitting here feeling weirded out about my life turning itself upside-down once more. I've been looking forward to it for just about this whole summer, but now that it's closer I'm inexplicably nervous again as if I were a freshman all over again.
Oh well. I've got a killer party to finish going through and this kinda cute girl to hang out with in the meantime. No reason not to enjoy the last hurrah all over again.