This past Vulkon was riddled with controversy over its last minute guest cancellations and ticket prices. I, for one, did not care, I knew I was going to have a great time no matter what, and I was more than correct! I laughed so much over the weekend I think I busted a gut. Out-of-pocket expenses for a psychiatrist would have cost me more.

On Saturday I even attended a Klingon wedding…yes, a real wedding. How many people can say that? Not the typical wedding ceremony, but quite romantic in a strange way.

Meeting up with my friends at the con was just as fabulous as meeting the guests of the convention.

But yes, I did escape before I convinced myself to get a Federation tattoo…