Gee, if only I'd ignored duty and got art for the con packed first, I'd have had an earlier, more fun, and less frantic Tuesday night. And better sleep. And less chaos. And I might even have finished the artist's challenge piece before the con!. And been packing my music up earlier and in a better rested state, which later proved to be an important point. Finally, I resigned myself to packing clothes the next morning, put my picks and such into the Martin gig bag, and headed for bed, only to oversleep the alarms.
So we did not get there as early on Thursday as I'd hoped (I wanted to get there by 2 or 3 and set up the art show items before setting up to paint at the Winterfaire, which was 5:30 to 7:30). Instead we got there just before 5:30, I peeked in the green room to grab a soda (where I was told they didn't have stickers with our schedules to put on our badges yet), and then set up to paint. I worked on The Dryad's Jewels, and a young lady sat down to paint with me (she got a sketchbook page). It was fun, and since she said the dragon she painted was by far her best effort to date, I guess I did a good job with pointers and suggestions. Oh, and I got my first real cloth "merit badge" of the con, for participating in special events.
In the meantime, my Angel parked the car, stopped by the Winterfaire for pizza and to pick up the stuff for the art show, headed there, unpacked (most of) the art, and started getting it set up. The plan had been for her to stick the bid sheets on, but she had mislaid her reading glasses. The process was also hindered by the fact that she hurried off before I could remind her that all the bid sheets were printed and in one of the bags, so she came to tell me she couldn't read the blank sheets to start filling them in for me without her glasses, but what she actually said was "everything is all hung up", so I went to see and approve of her mighty efforts, and make sure she'd taped the bid sheets to the right pieces of art, leaving the not-empty bags with my stuff in the Winterfaire. Sigh. I sent her back with bid sheets and the rest of the art, saying "do what you can", then finished Winterfaire before heading to the art show to finish setting things up. Thank goodness I could do that Thursday, as I had three panels and a concert to do Friday! I really didn't want to get up early Friday.
Then I grabbed a sandwich in the green room, which tasted far more wonderful than cold cuts should, and consoled myself that arriving late to "Camp" Capricon at least didn't require me to set up a tent in the dark.
I wanted to tune the autoharps, cittern, and guitar, or at least the two that I needed for Friday's concert, but as soon as I'd finished eating, my body made it very clear to me that a nap was imperative, so I set up the facehugger and laid down to doze for a couple of hours. Up again before midnight, I put an autoharp on the bed and dug in the gig bag for the Korg tuner. Picks. Extra picks. Capos. Another capo. Pens. Songs. Kleenex. But no tuner. I searched all the instrument cases and the other bags related to filk, and then searched them again, spreading things all over our roommate's bed. Nothing. Well, lots of things, but no tuner. With a panel and then a concert the next morning. Aargh. I could tune to myself of course, but that is a far cry from being sure that filkart and I were both tuned to the proper 440A. Ugh. I rushed to clear off my stuff from the roommate's bed and then set off toward the filk room to borrow a tuner, praying that someone there would let me borrow one until the next morning, so I could touch up the tuning before the first panel.
And it was locked. Empty. Dark. There were no filkers in sight. Not in the lobby or the hallways or the consuite. I checked Ops for completeness, they cheerfully told me that they didn't have a tuner (I knew that, with reasonable certainty, before I even poked my nose in there) and that they weren't filkers (once I'd set eyes on them I knew that for sure), but since they asked I figured I'd explain why I had poked my head in and stared at them. Perhaps I should have said simply that they weren't the droids I was looking for.
Anyway, with no tuner in hand, and no idea how badly out of tune the autoharp I needed for just about all the songs Art had picked for his concert, now I needed to go back to sleep right away, so as to get up way, way too early in the hopes that some other, well-equipped filker might also be up early, or failing that, might there be a guitar store near the hotel? And could I get there and back with time to tune (and without getting lost) before my first panel? Having started the last two days short on sleep, and really needing a good night's sleep, naturally, it was a very long time before I caught any.