SG-5

I'm home.
I'm blown away. It's strange... osiris13 has been much more articulate than me tonight. I'm so tired... so, so tired... three days of no food and no sleep and constant near-hysteria is finally hitting me, and it's hitting me like a tonne of bricks.
I have had the most surreal, extraordinary weekend of my life. The fact I was independent for most of it helped, but it was... amazing. The word "amazing" has been so badly over-used, but I really don't know what else to say.
I will update properly, I will. I went round the con carrying a small notepad and pen, and I kept on scribbling away. In the end, my notes were autographed by one of the show's producers (I've forgotten his name! I'll remember it in a minute) and by Christopher Judge. They both read portions of it, and they both laughed, which I thought was a good sign. The producer guy was reading my top - it said "No, I'm not married; no, I don't have a boyfriend; no, I don't fancy your mate; no, I don't fancy you either; no, I'm not a lesbian" - and then he was reading portions from my notepad, and he started laughing and told me I have a great sense of humour. I didn't see it myself. I went back to see what I'd written that he found so funny. It was:
"I didn't go to the fancy dress. I fainted. Almost. Yuk."
Odd.
I've been delegated the job of writing all about the con for the website. I think it's because I have this week free; the other two, plus Colleen and Gill, all have school this week.
Colleen and Gill are the two people I knew until now as Hathor and Nepthys - they are now real people to me, rather than virtual entities. I have to admit I was a little scared about meeting Hathor, as she could be different from how she is online. There are people who refuse to believe Raven and I are the same person. Well, I was right - she is different, but I like Colleen just as much as I liked Hathor, and now I've met them both, they should merge into the same person.
I never really knew Nepthys - but she is funny. Poor Gill, she sprained her ankle on the first day, and had to hobble round the convention!
So... tomorrow, I'll get my notes out and actually write about this whole thing properly, rather than these messy ramblings. I haven't decided whether to post it on here or not - but if I do, it will be with lj-cut, very early on. This is my journal, and it's obviously going to be coloured with my thoughts and observations.
To sum up... the weekend was one of fun, freedom, and fangirlishness, just as I said, but there was something more to it. An indefinable quality, something in the air, the strange feeling that I knew everyone and they knew me; a common obsession had made everyone friends before they met. The atmosphere is indescribable - you have to be there and experience it for yourself. Little things, like whenever the Meridian music vid was shown, where Jack shouts, "My government will admit Daniel is guilty over my dead body!" the whole crowd joins in shouting, "OVER MY DEAD BODY!"
I loved every minute of it. It was a weekend of independence, frienship, high winds (120mph!), sci-fi, liberalism, and drunkenness.
Oh, and groping. Lots and lots and lots of groping. I've never seen a human being in quite so much emotional pain.

Postscript - I thought I saw adela_terrell but I wasn't sure if it was her, and short of shouting her name very loud, I didn't know what to do!

Postsript - another one - I just remembered what the name of the producer was. It was John Smith. Figures.

Kawoosh!

I have just remembered that the End of the Universe Party is still going on. We had to leave SG-5 early because the others have school tomorrow. I don't, so technically I could have stayed, but oh, well.
It sounds strange, but I'm sitting in my room and I'm finding it frightening to be alone. If there's anything that defines me, it's a complete lack of gregariousness, so I'm finding this a new experience.
After a weekend of being with a thousand like-minded people, I guess it's a little inevitable.
Pedar really seemed pleased to see me. He is someone who is generally thought to be a very serious person - I know all his expressions - the Hmmmm... one, the I understand... one, the We're-all-mad-here... one and the Aha! I'm right! QED! one, but he seemed to be none of those things, and just pleased to see me. Which was nice.
But now I have to go to bed, and I don't want to be alone. Which is, as I come to think about it, rather sad.
I do have something to read for once - I got a Sam/Daniel drabble 'zine and the Kawoosh! one. It's such a novelty, reading fanfiction on paper.