vegas baby
after 9 years, i finally attended my first rollercon. it was beyond my wildest dreams. from the time i got on the plane and walked into the stunningly eerie riveria, i was with my people. dallas had a great showing in vegas. i made new friends, skated with super stars and a go-pro, managed a few successful sneak-dances at the black and blue ball, and sold lots of gear for sin city skates at the atom booth.
still, i can't help that i'm getting the sads over a few things from my experience. do you have the time to listen to me whine?
i managed to get a copy of the last hellarad zine ever, but it somehow didn't make it home with me
i had a demanda riot cut-out for about the same amount of time as i did the zine with her face on it [but she is at least with friends!]
i lost my favorite brown leather bracelet, my cop hat, and possibly my dignity by the pool
i showed rivas and serelson my slow motion fanny pack twerk, but they were not impressed
