This time next week, I will likely be panicking in a highly undignified fashion, but I will be doing so from Kansas City while I prepare Puppy Central. In the meantime, I’m sorting out what has to be done, what has to be organized, what has to be booked, etcetera etcetera ad nauseam.
So far… Puppy ribbons have been ordered and have arrived. They look awesome. I have my hotel booking sorted despite a late hiccup with the hotel I originally booked not being quite built yet. Membership, of course.
My only set plans at the moment are the business meetings each day and possibly the awards ceremony.
The things I still have to do include:
- Check my flight itinerary and find out if I need to book and pay for a shuttle from the airport to the hotel
- Get contact info from some of the locals who are willing to help
- Then organize a supply run to collect stuff for the suite – note to self, do not forget large trash bags. I’ve been in enough Con Suites to know the trash supply grows. Fast.
- Put together a shopping list of stuff that I’m bringing with me – this won’t be a big list, but there will be things I’m not going to leave to chance (like extra multivitamins to help ward off con crud and protein-heavy insta-snacks)
- Bitch and moan about how much easier this is when I can just throw everything into the car and drive where I’m going. There will be a lot of this.
- Panic repeatedly. Yes, this is already happening, but it’s going to ramp up as the departure gets closer.
This, on a slightly less epic scale, is why I only ever go to one fly-to convention in a year. It’s too much damn stress and expense, and if it wasn’t a worthy cause I wouldn’t bother.
That said, the broad plan is for Puppy Central to be open from after the business meetings end until some time in the evening or I fall over, whichever happens sooner. Narcolepsy isn’t that forgiving and I do tend to push too far when I’m enjoying myself, so I’ll be telling any minioning folks what my warning signs are (usually “Kate is swaying on her feet and sounds drunk, but she hasn’t had anything alcoholic”) and to order me to my bed if I get that bad (Based on experience? I will. Probably every night).
There’s food (snacks only, because I don’t think there’s going to be any ability to heat anything or do more than that) to be planned and purchased, soft drinks to be planned and purchased, miscellaneous other stuff to sort out…
And this is why logistics matters. If the planning isn’t done before the event, you’re left with limited or no options when everything is happening and something craps out on you. Plans might not survive engagement with reality, but planning what you’ll do if something goes belly up means that when it happens you actually have an option or three.
I will add that I have absolutely no idea what next week’s post will look like, because I’m going to be up past my eyeballs in this party organization thing and probably stressed off my nut.
Maybe I’ll just post a lot of photos.