woke and took the dog out. geoff and di and i, as well as morty and clay (aka the canadians) loaded more boxes into the cars and drove down to the convention center. i spent the morning helping other folks bring stuff in from their cars, as my boxes had not yet arrived with mr. slater. bill arrived around 11, and i slowly started setting up, though it was after 1pm, and flatstiock was open, before i was really ready to go.
the day went relatively quickly, and sales were good, boosted by the mistakes books, which some people knew to ask for. i sold out of those in the first hours.
my booth was between diana's and jason "small stakes" munn, across from dan black, with his friend jess, and their new company, landland.
during the afternoon, yancy took the pup to the vet, where his fleas and worms were confirmed, and the lumps on the scruff of his neck were diagnosed as abscesses, which the vet drained and for which the vet prescribed a round of antibiotics. the vet also pointed out a severe overbite, highlighting the dog's poor breeding. i fucking hate people.
after six, a bunch of us headed to polvo's for dinner. i rode with darret in his tiny bmw convertible, and we parked in philip's yard. at polvo's, elijah wood walked right past us and into the bathroom. most of the old school FS folks were there. i sipped off of di's margarita, and ended up getting quite messy. i'm such a lightweight. i wasn't too happy with myself.
back to geoff's, and nick was persuaded to play a couple of his pieces. the puppy found out about cats, as junebug found out there was a puppy at the house, and came out punching.
di and i snuck off to bed while people were still hanging. puppy came with us and went right to sleep, snoring away.
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