We had people come register after Carol closed down and I collected a lot of pre-regs because the boxes had been moved to the consuite and people didn't want to walk that far. (Most of them looked like they walked better than I do.) We'll have to figure out something to do for that next year.
Steven came by to say goodbye -- he had to leave for the airport at 3pm -- and we talked a bit more. After I closed down -- sold enough t-shirts to pay for the order, which is always good -- I headed up toward the consuite to put my snack bowls back into consuite storage. I saw minnehaha K on the way and was able to give her back the remaining Minicon Volunteer ribbons. I had a brief chance to talk to dlacey in the bar as she was cleaning up. I rarely get to the consuite once the con actually starts and she spends most of her time there, so we don't get to talk as much as I'd like. Then I headed back around the balcony & corridors toward the elevator and planned to sit and rest on the piano bench (there are pianos in both corners of one side of the balcony), but the piano had been moved so I couldn't get to it. I probably should have just gone down the elevator into the bar for dinner, but instead went on and sat in Carol's abandoned chair for a bit.
Then I went to the elevator and down to the bar for dinner. I had an excellent meal, saw Keith and Andra pass by and waved, and then went up to the room to take everything but my crocheting out of the bag. And kleenex. I only had two nosebleeds this year, but my eyes were much dryer than usual. I then headed down to the closing ceremonies. I sat in the back so I could turn a chair sideways and put my feet up, and started crocheting. (Ben took a panoramic picture right over my shoulder.) There's always balloon throwing and punching up beforehand, that makes everybody laugh. Then we had a slightly inverted program since Shawna McCarthy had to leave to get her plane. As usual, the Minicon president was killed (by the Ihinger/Kerr girls via karate) and then a bad play was called and Lydy was resurrected to be president again this year. The con officially closed, but many people spent the night talking and drinking up in the bar. I went to the room and put my feet up and read more old WashPosts.