Renovation, The Journey Home

The trip home was as uneventful as the trip down, with only a little bit of added crankiness. (Examples of symmetry: we left Seattle at 1am, and got back to Seattle at 1am. Eugene was where we encountered the sunrise going, and the sunset returning. We passed a horrific car wreck on the way down, we passed a horrific car wreck on the way back.) One of the odder moments involved staring at a huge display of Pabst Blue Ribbon and pink marabou costumes at the Reno Whole Foods, before realizing it was intended for Burning Man. There were also pleasant moments of lounging in the sun while Spencer played his guitar, and the curious discovery of bumblebees licking a big chunk of scoria (lava rock).

I decided to wear the Sparkle Zebra dress on the drive home, because dammit, it's comfy and I felt like it. This resulted in some interesting gazes from men at gas stations who probably thought I was a prostitute. (Side note to mother: For once, you were probably right. That said, as long as they don't try to hurt me, I don't care.)

Once I got home, I actually had difficulty falling asleep, what with being all stretched out in a comfy bed and total silence. It was almost like I was still curled up in the back seat, neck cramping, listening to cars and music and the conversation between spencimusprime and plunderpuss, and was only dreaming of my real bed.

As a final Renovation note, here's a clip from the Hugos, showing Chris Garcia's epic acceptance speech. I hear that this guy has been nominated ten times now, and knowing that makes his joy all the more special.