The first reminder I had that folks were making their way to Ft. Worth for the convention was a drunk dial late last night from my blogger friends. Mostly, it was an incoherent ramble about the jealousy of me having a Blackberry and not being there and then, as with almost all phone calls to me it included the usual threat to kick my ass.

Ah, to be drunk in Ft. Worth. Thank god I didn't answer the phone. Instead I was busy doing other things like polishing off a bottle of veuve and preparing the sex room for a night of hot sex (illegal in 29 states).

Happy convention weekend. Let's see what happens, because I'm all prepared to use this sentence ender when describing the events at the convention..."and then hilarity ensued."