How do I miss thee? Let me count the ways.
I miss thee to the depth and breadth and height (of the LAX Marriott).
My soul is bleak when cosplay’s out of sight.
For the days of meeting in ideal space (Programs A, B, C, D, E).
I miss thee to the level of each con day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and poolside-light.
I miss thee freely, as Lobbycon night.
I miss thee purely, as LA sun’s rays.
I miss thee with passion Gally sets loose
For my beloved show, my childhood fave.
I miss thee for the stress I seem to lose
With my first drinks. I miss thee with the breath,
Smiles, squees, of all my fandom; and, I muse,
I shall but miss thee more until the next.
(Apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.)
Coming back to real life after a convention is never easy. After Gallifrey One, it’s even more difficult. It’s the one time of year when I’m surrounded by the greatest number of my closest friends. When I can make a joke about a Jameson bottle cosplaying as a Sea Devil, and the whole room gets the joke. There are no words to describe just how important this trip is to me, so I’m not going to try. What feels easier at the moment are words about trying to put myself back into the “real” world.
Unpacking all the lovely geeky t-shirts (some new!) I wore on stage? Heartbreaking.
The shock of having to wake up early, not for a panel or an interview, but for a cold, snowy trip to the office? No thanks.
The coworker who asked about my trip only to be polite so she could immediately talk at length about her own personal news? I could do without.
A day full of email triage and scrambling to document everything that got missed while I was gone? Dreadful.
Having to rush to the library at lunch to pick up a comic book for podcast homework? … Actually, that one’s pretty okay.
And with that, I’ve reminded myself there are parts of “real life” that are gosh-darned great. I encourage all my fellow travelers experiencing Gally-withdrawal to look for those bright spots and hold onto them nice and tight. That’s what I plan on doing! …Until May 1st at 11am Mountain Time,* at which point, the jonesing will start up again. It’s a vicious cycle, but one I wouldn’t trade for anything.
*That’s when Gally 2016 tickets go on sale!
Note: That picture is of me interviewing Jamie McCrimmon himself, Frazer Hines!