WombatCon was what I wanted it to be. Friends old and new, gathered to sit and talk. There were some stories about jan, but mostly there was just friends, old and new, talking about whatever friends talk about. Perfect.
The display I put together of a sample of jan's life got the reaction I wanted. A whole lot of people said, "I never knew jan had/did/was..." As I was cleaning up the house and finding some of these things, I said pretty much the same.
I was suffering a double hit of brain meltdown: the heat/humidity and packing for both con and trip to Los Angeles. Several people wrote to me on Friday. I was running around so much, I never even unpacked my laptop.
And forgot my camera. I've been promised copies of the pictures others took, and will post them as they become available.
We had a couple of toasts just after 5pm. One to and for jan, and the other to "fuck cancer".
And then some bright person started a game of Cards Against Humanity. Ohdearghods, I needed that. ROFLMAO isn't strong enough. I do recommend that you do not play this game with or around people who are easily offended. It is rude, crude, and socially unattractive. It is offensive, tasteless, disturbing. It is the funniest damned thing I've done in quite some time.
The evening ended with tear down. I thank all who helped with that. Setting it all up was hard enough. Tearing it down alone would have been...impossible.
The final touch to the evening was hearing someone playing the piano just outside the back door to the ballroom. One of the hotel staff was playing a baby grand, playing the Moonlight Sonata. I love that piece. I can even play it... sort of. It was a perfect way to end the day.
Thank you one and all who came. Thank you one and all, here, there, wherever, for being jan's friends, and being you.