Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, Kalamazoo!!
The thought of how much fun I'm going to have meeting people and seeing friends and listening to fantastic talks is floating me through the preparations, grueling as they are, with something much akin to glee. It also puts me in a fine mood that this has replaced this as my mental soundtrack. And that is not even to mention the prospect of The Dance! Or The Fabulous Black Pantsuit of Power! Or The Shoes, which are, hands down, the most gorgeous pair I have ever owned and which I will unveil at the conference. I am so proud of those shoes that I would gladly post a photo of them here, but they are so superlatively marvelous, memorable, and noticeable that I'm afraid the image would give away my sekrit identity. So only a select few will be fortunate enough to see these aesthetic marvels on my newly-pedicured tootsies.
Needless to say, things will probably continue to be quiet on this here blog. I'm looking forward to seeing and meeting many of you at K'zoo and will promise the rest of you an insider's account of the mystery-shrouded ritual that causes hundreds of medievalists in garb of varying anachronicity and newfanglenesse to shake their individual and collective booties on the dance floor.
* Yes. On a weekend. And yes, I prophetically heard your cries of dismay through the computer screen while I typed this.