Though I’ve done pretty good at writing something for my blog each week over the course of the past year, I didn’t update last week. Normally I’d have something ready, but things always go crazy when you’re preparing to travel.
For the second year in a row, I went north to visit my family and attend Anime St. Louis. While I’m not as into the convention scene as some of my friends, I do enjoy them on the whole. ASTL this year was my fourth convention, and while I much prefer the newer convention held in Memphis, the smaller con has its own charms. It’s easier to meet people in a smaller convention center, for one, and while I had to cut out early because of a very fussy baby who didn’t want to wear her costume any more, my brothers and sisters were able to meet up with several people they’d befriended at this particular convention in previous years.
Like last year, I attended the convention in costume. This year I was Erza Scarlet from the popular anime Fairy Tail, which is a series I actually have zero familiarity with. But my family was going as a group of characters from the series and they insisted on having me match, so I sewed the costume myself and off we went. I didn’t get many pictures of myself, but I have to say I feel like I really rocked the red wig. I’ve never dyed my hair before, but that shade of scarlet has me seriously considering giving it a shot. I’ve heard good things about Manic Panic, but then again, if I already have a red wig, do I really need to dye my hair?
There were other delightful things to do in the week, of course. Meeting up with friends I hadn’t seen in months was excellent, but time spent at my family’s country home was wonderful as well. While my siblings stayed at the convention on Saturday, I headed back home and had a great night with my parents and daughter. The spring weather was glorious, and since Dad made a special trip out to buy a swing for the baby, we spent a good deal of time outside. I often find myself missing the country, especially when the sun sets on the other side of the orchard and the first stars begin to peek out into the sky. Sometimes seeing the sun drop on the horizon stirs up an ache in my heart, a homesickness I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake. I’ve written before about my fondness for the stars, so being able to see them at night is definitely something I miss, living in the city. That, and sunsets like this.
There was the small matter of the car, too.
When my eldest brother decided it was time to move out of country, Dad set his eyes on my brother’s car. It’s Dad’s car, now, which means I got to take it for a joy ride, and you know how I feel about nice cars.
It’s a unique one, too – A pearl white ’99 Mitsubishi 3000GT. While it’s sort of a shameful secret, I’ll admit I’m not the greatest with manuals. I’ve not driven them very often, maybe 3 short drives ever before the GT, but that didn’t dampen the enjoyment of the ride at all. Once I got a feeling for the clutch on this particular car, it was pretty smooth going, and with a sunroof, new Pioneer stereo and a cushy, near-perfect leather interior, it made for a pretty sweet drive. I still prefer my Mustang, of course, but there’s nothing wrong with enjoying an interesting (if different) sort of car. The feel is really different between the two, for lots of reasons. One being an import and the other American, one being manual and the other automatic, but I’m not the sort of driver who clings blindly to the familiar and comfortable. I say forget the rivalries between make and model. If it’s fun to drive, drive it. That’s what I did, and I can’t wait to go back and take it for another spin. Or two. Or three.
Though I had a great time, I didn’t actually do a lot while I was there. I didn’t take many pictures because it’s hard to wield a camera with a wiggly 16-month-old in one arm. I also didn’t get any writing done, since my laptop charger broke into several pieces as soon as I got up there. My current WIP is still teetering at 30 of 42 chapters edited, and since I’m still recovering from the actual travel, it might be a few weeks before I see the end of it. A part of me feels guilty for not making progress with work, but then I have to remind myself that the whole reason I went up there was for a brief vacation, so if I didn’t get any writing done, it’s not the end of the world.
If I don’t get any done this week, however…