So...ICC was a blast. The gaming was only ok, but getting together with people, partying and drinking was awesome. The highlights of Thursday night included an interlude with Sydney and partying with the NorthWest crowd. Friday night was a bit of time in the pool/jacuzzi and more partying folks. Saturday night was blood donation, swimming, even more partying, the Succubus Club (which was dead), more time with Sydney, and staying up all night and well into the morning (leaving with me only a few hours of sleep before check-out). Sunday night, I'd intended to hit the Dead Dog Party, but a brief visitation showed that to be almost completely dead. Instead, I had a wonderful evening with Jazz; we spent a few hours talking, eating nachos and getting plastered on margaritas, then hit the jacuzzi to socialize with the few folks who were still around (including Syd). Much later, we left the hot tub with the intention of just putting Jazz to bed and ended up crashing myself.

I also managed to avoid being arrested for charity. :) HAH!

All in all, I had a great time. Got to see folks I rarely see in general, and folks I'd met between a few months back to over a year. I also scored several first kisses from a number of lovely young women. Some of these I'd been waiting months or years for, but all of which were exceptionally enjoyable. Sadly, I also had 1.5 missed connections with a couple folks, but that's just how stuff goes sometimes.

Every night, I slept fitfully and not for very long, but that wasn't a big deal; I caught up a bit Monday morning and later on the plane. Hit my front door a little after 5pm and, of course, immediately jumped online.

I think that about covers it, really.