the owl and the olive tree

This is going to be full of squee, because I loved Sirens. Loved loved loved Sirens. Let me just say that I'm pre-registering as soon as pre-registration opens for next year, and that I can't wait. So if I seem effusive... that's why. I really did have that good of a time.

It's also taken me a while to write because I'm painfully long-winded, especially with squee. Oh well.

I left for Sirens early in the morning two Thursdays ago -- that is, October 1. We had a bit of excitement because I got all packed and jmpava kindly got up early to take me to the airport and we went out to the car and it... wouldn't start. Fortunately I did not freak out, but instead we called a taxi company and I was driven to the airport by a very chatty cab driver who filled the time by discussing weather and the name origins of all the states. ("California," he said, "I don't know where the word 'California' came from, except that it sounds Spanish." I supplied, "I think it was from Queen Califia, a mythical Amazon warrior woman from a Spanish romance. I think she lived in the mountains with her Amazon warrior band and some gryphons." Although it turns out that origin is disputed, he seemed pleased.)

From there it was all smooth sailing to Denver.

( Sirens, part the first )