I would have posted this sooner, but my first day back at the tattoo studio yesterday kicked my butt.
This post contains links back to images I posted in real time in my “adlibbed” category while on this trip. You’ll enjoy those pictures, I swear.
Of course, as soon as we got there we met up with our friends Tory and Dwayne who live on the opposite side of the state from us. Here’s Dwayne:
His partner Tory, like my Husbear, is rather stealthy and hard to capture on camera.
I also had my first beverage of the weekend.
After that wonderful evening, I made my way back to the hotel room on the public transportation provided by the TBRU crew. Only to find we had some plumbing issues. The hotel was kind enough to move us to a new room. At which point *I* moved all our stuff to the new room. At 3 AM. And “slightly” intoxicated.
Friday was filled with food, then socializing around the hotel until the Big D Bear Dance with BLOWOFF! Musicians/DJs Bob Mould & Rich Morel. I had an incredible time. It was a well-done production. So many people, many dancing, and many socializing in the various areas of Station 4 .
While I was there, I ran into a certain web-development person I recognized from my early years in designing websites. Some of you might even remember his whole “Sucky to Savvy” thing? I speak none-other than (the quite adorable!) Jeff Glover:
I even wore my utility kilt that night.
Saturday there was a Bear Pool party. The smell of chlorine was… strong. And then came a full evening for me at the Round-Up again. I got to meet up with Thomas and his partner there that night as well. Sadly, I didn’t get a picture of them this visit.
Sunday was the final day of TBRU. The Husbear was exhausted by this point, no doubt due to his social activities. We all went to “church” at the Hidden Door , which was packed.
He had just gotten back from a ren event and was looking dashing in his kilt.
I spent most of the day there, then wandered over to the Eagle to find the Husbear. After that, it was back to the hotel quite early at 10:30 PM at which point I totally crashed out until the next morning.
We then drove an “alternate” route home, because we like to do that. Somehow, the Husbear’s directions included driving on a single-lane dirt road through a swamp in Oklahoma.
I’m not sure how we survived.
Thank you TBRU, and to the City of Dallas, for a great time and awesome hospitality.
Until next time...