After we walked around looking at the new games, the art show, and the booths (for four hours) Ella was falling asleep on my hip and so we found a nice sword booth that sold tablecloths... er fabric with a neat Celtic knot design and I fashioned a sling so she could sleep. She didn't actually sleep because it was just too fun to be carried poking your head out and waving at people but she did get to rest her legs for a about an hour and she was nodding in and out for a bit. We even had a few parents ask us where we bought the sling. She keeps asking if we can bring it today (only two more days of walking all over the city and the convention center left - ug.)
The convention is the same as it's always been lots of socially challenged guys uncomfortably walking around in large crowds. Goths and elves standing around discussing their characters, hot dogs and nachos at every food booth, and a few weary spouses here and there. Last night while reading the program of events, Dan pointed out "The SPA program" (short for SPousal Activities program) these special activities designed for the "gamer widow or widower" include knitting, scrap booking, bead work and even some "active classes" for the athletically inclined. My ears perked up, maybe wall climbing, kickboxing, fencing? No the patriarchy is strong here even in an arena filled with men who are afraid to meet a woman's gaze - they offer belly dancing, Irish dancing and pole dancing for fun and fitness (giant eye roll.) I told Dan I was going over there today to pass out roller derby recruitment flyers pronto.
When we left the convention we unpacked Ella and walked over to the Red Eye Cafe to wolf down the best burger I've ever had in my life (it had garlic and onions shmooshed right into the burger- yum) then we were all charged up again and Ella was ready to swim until her lips turned blue which we did, followed by playing her new game Penguin Rescue and much Olympic swimmer watching.