As usual, I'm off to Darkovercon (formally known as Darkover Grand Council Meeting XXXIII) for the Friday through Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend. I'm doing two dance events and my usual charity fundraising work, which is not so hectic a schedule that I won't have time to just hang out.
Friday, 8:00-10:00 PM - Sock Hop. Come celebrate, as all good Hobbits do, the coming of age birthday party for Darkover! We will dance the stroll, bunny hop, hand jive, and more with dance mistress Susan de Guardiola. There will also be a prize given from the Steampunk Crew for the best Steampunked Sock Hop outfit.
(Note that this is Darkovercon 33, so the association is with both hobbits and LPs, though the music is going to be 1950s stuff run through my laptop rather than actual platters. I am quite grateful that this gave me a chance to really explore the subtleties of the hand jive. Seriously.)
Saturday, 5:00-7:00 PM - Steampunk Ball
(This has gotten in without any description, but it'll be recorded music by great Steampunk bands like Abney Park and Victorian-inspired dancing, both choreographed and not.)
Saturday, 9:00-11:30ish PM - Clam Chowder Concert
(I'm not actually part of Clam Chowder, but I organize the B.O.G.S. fundraiser for Children's Hospital every year, in which we raise ridiculous amounts of money for the privilege of hearing a naughty song. Isn't fandom wonderful?)
Somehow I have squeezed into a suitcase my 1950s circle skirt and crinoline, my bustle and associated skirt and petticoat, and a twin airbed for when I find somewhere to sleep. If I decide to bring the top hat I'll have to wear it on the trip; sometime I must invest in some hatboxes.
I'll actually be traveling on Thanksgiving Day, as for the first time in many years I am going to have the traditional dinner with people, in this case a group if longtime Maryland friends. Travel will once again be by wifi-equipped Boltbus, with the additional wrinkle that I have to get across New York City (for my transfer from train to bus) in the middle of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, which presumably makes the subway the travel method of choice. Being brained by the Snoopy balloon would not improve my weekend.
On the bright side, my dayjobless state means I can return on Monday, avoiding the Sunday bus scrum and horrible traffic and being able to spend a bit more time with my friends Jeff and Sandy and their daughter.