It was a very wonderful, relaxing, lazy afternoon, and I really just spent most of it looking around at all the people. It was amazing to me that I was really there among all these people whose lives I'd only read about online before. There were so many journallers I really wanted to talk to (like Lucy, who is a fellow stamper, Lynda, who's journal was one of the first I ever read, and Krystyn and Mo, who are just two very cool girls I'd love to get to know better, and I wish I would've talked to Kymm and Pamie more about writing and photography and stuff like that. There's more – many, many more - but my brain is refusing to function very well today.), but I was just feeling too shy and inadequate, to make the effort to go meet people. It was stupid, I know. I'm sure I'll regret it, too, but I'm just as sure I'll get over it. Besides there's always next year, and maybe I'll be feeling a bit more confident.

So I just satisfied myself with brief conversations with those immediately around me, snapping candid shots of everyone else, and just soaking it all in. There was a lot of love in that room; you could feel it. These people really liked each other, and got along really well together. I'd heard about previous JCons not being quite as pleasant, but this one was very nice, friendly, and fun. If there was any unpleasantness between journallers, I missed it, and I'm glad I did.

Okay, now to the Jake/Craig thing. Though we knew Jake's name was Jake, one of the girls (it was either Mo or Krystyn; sadly, I've already forgotten!), for whatever reason, kept calling him Craig. He just looked like a Craig to her, and she couldn't get it out of her head. So Jake also became known as Craig. When he and Bix were getting ready to leave, several of us shouted out, "G'bye, Craig!" We did it a few times, as he became engaged in conversation, and didn't hear us. Or he was ignoring us, one of the two. He waved at us once, so I guess he heard, and we giggled like twelve-year-olds.

At 5:30, the hotel began serving their free wine. Being as the wine I'd consumed the night before hadn't killed me, I decided to have a glass that night, too. Pretty much everyone was gone by then; just a few of us stragglers left, and by the time I'd gotten my second glass (bad girl! i know.), JournalCon was, or all intents and purposes, over. My mom had come down for the wine during this time. I'd offered her my chair, but she declined and sat away from us. After everyone left, she joined me, and we finished our wine, then headed out for food. Being Sunday in the Financial District of SF, pretty much everything was closed. We did, however, find a little bagel shop that was still opened, and bought some bagels, a pasta salad, and some Snapples for dinner. We took everything back to our room to eat, and later packed our bags, so we wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning, then just laid around relaxing. That was hard for me, though, as I was still pretty wound up from the whole JCon experience. It was going to be a few days before my feet touched the ground again!

Cheers!
lmj (alias hez)