I have CONvergence on the brain.

The British are coming! And if you’re lucky…

I’ve got my sleeping situation figured out, I’ve decided on a schedule that I will promptly throw out once I get there, and I’m deciding which booze to bring.

Many of you know that for the past few years, I’ve run the Stand Up! Records party room. I am not this year. Stand Up! Records and I are not having a fight or anything like that… no drama. But when all of us at Fearless were talking about starting up Fearless, I knew we were going to want a party room, and that I was the best person to get that going.

Go to the Stand Up! Records room in their regular spot at 128. They will still have their signature acts and booze. So much booze.

Me drunkenly hugging my friend Ulla at the Stand Up! Records room party as she cosplayed the bee girl from Blind Melon. She had an audio device between her boobs playing No Rain.

Fearless room party at 224 will also have booze. And some other fun stuff I’m not going to tell you about yet. But I promise- you will want to stop by. And often.

Look, the point is- booze.

Last year, I spent all of CONvergence drunk. I went to bed drunk, I woke up drunk, my many SUR minions kept me in the booze. I sobered up when I left to perform a wedding. And then, when I got back to CON, the first thing that happened was that I was handed a wine skin with wine in it. And I drank that wine. And then everything else besides.

It’s like 4am on Sunday last year, and I had been drunk damn near the whole weekend starting Thursday. I helped a friend with a bottle of tequila, and Matt comes by with what I think was a Dr. Fixit, so of course I drink that as well. It was Matt’s first time experiencing CON full on, and we ended up in CONsuite, looking out from the balcony, watching the nerds do their nerd things, and having a conversation about what CON was.

It looked a lot like this:

And in my drunken stupor, I waxed philosophical.

I made a very elegant speech about how beautiful it was that these super nerds could all get together in one spot and be honest about their nerd in a non-judgmental place. That they didn’t have to have the best cosplay costume, but that the people here valued the love and effort put into it. That we were surrounded by people being true to who they were, and experiencing unbridled fandom in its purest form. And isn’t that glorious?

I got a standing ovation. People threw flowers. I won and Oscar for it. I then made the best thank you speech based of of the speech I made, and won an Oscar off of that.

And then I wen to my room and passed out. Because much like the people around me, I had just spent the past weekend celebrating the thing I nerd out over the most- that has my heart, that is a true passion of mine, that I enjoy honestly and unabashedly.

Booze. Glorious, glorious booze.