I was commenting last night to a couple of friends that I was not as fatigued by the holiday as I had expected. And then as I got back to our apartment in the early hours this morning, I felt that familiar drag set in. Spoke too soon! So Tony is getting the 'night passes' for the rest of the con and I'm going to be pulling bedtime cover with the children.
(This holiday so far is being an excellent illustration of just how much we have life-at-home optimised for everyone's needs and just how much work it is to cope without those optimisations. I'd thought my physical stamina was going to be the limiting factor on what we got done; instead it's the family's collective emotional comfort level with being in new places and Doing Stuff.)
Before staying up too late talking to lovely people, last night I danced my legs off at the Clipping concert. Clipping's hip-hop Afrofuturist dystopian concept album
is up for the Hugo award for Best Dramatic Presentation: Short Form, and the con managed to persuade them to come over and play a gig to a bunch of geeks. The queue for entry was long, and the room was set up with seating, but the band basically said "ok, we're not allowed to get rid of the chairs - we asked - but there's a lot of space here at the front", which was enough to get ceb
up and dancing, and I followed. It was ace. I think that about 90% of the population right in front of the stage was female-presenting (and within that, mostly white, and mostly around mid-thirties or older). I am not sure this is Clipping's usual audience demographic? I had a moment of looking around and realising I was dancing in the vicinity of a number of amazing women who I admire greatly and just feeling overwhelmed and joyous and incredibly lucky to be there at that time. (Speaking of,mizkit also liked the gig
So I not only danced at a Clipping gig a few metres away from Daveed Diggs, I had a short appreciative conversation with him in the bar afterwards, and my internal squee may not stop for days.
Totally worth being shattered today.