Just as we were getting ready to eat, there was a knock on the door. Our neighbors turned out to be the Further Confusion party. Indeed, had we wanted to do so, we could have opened the connecting door and made is a two-room party. But there's too much stuff in this room for us to do that. We assured them that we're good fannish neighbors and not to worry from us about party noise.
It wasn't quite as crazy-crowded here as it was last night, although the loeg Party was wall-to-wall as usual. We started our evening travels at the FurCon party next door. Lisa had helped them with one of their party flyers, but after it went to press, she realized that she'd drawn the Japanese kanji for "bear" ("kuma") slightly wrong, and made it good by the two of us walking all over the hotel and hand-correcting all of the flyers. ("Gotta fix 'em all!)
Having made an orbit of what is rapidly being dubbed the "Escher Marriott" (to replace the hotel's old moniker of "Dumpey" from its days as the Dunfey Hotel), we found our way back to the FurCon party. There, we spent a pleasant time talking with Esther Friesner for quite a while. Lisa faded out after a while and retired to the room. I made one more orbit myself, including a stop in the Loscon party where I ended up giving the long-form version of why I'm wearing a ship's captain uniform and a recreation of my role as Captain Standlee of the Armadillo at the Interaction Closing Ceremonies. That was fun!
But my feet were starting to hurt, and I was getting more and more tired, so I headed back toward our room. I did manage to elbow may way into the Evil Geniuses' party for a short time, and also briefly stop at the "pre-announcement" party for the Seattle in 2011 Worldcon bid, before finally turning in.
Incidentally, earlier today, Bobbie DuFault asked me if I would once again be "WSFS Advisor" to the Seattle bid -- a job I'd had with the Seattle NASFiC bid before and after being selected as their Fan Guest of Honor -- and I said yes. My fannish profile says I'll talk about WSFS topics at the drop of a propeller beanie, and I mean it.
Tomorrow, we aren't rushing to get up early. We have the rest of the milk and cereal to use up before we pack up and move out.