|Heading out to the Masquerade Ball.|
I'm surrounded by thousands of teenagers (millions ... I think it might be millions) dressed as Japanese cartoon characters. It's all things anime.
I don't read any anime. I don't have a clue who any of these characters are. Yet, two of my kids are in heaven right now. My oldest daughter put together a cosplay outfit for me, and was ridiculously excited that I agreed to wear it around. I love making my kids ridiculously excited. Even when I'm tired. Even when I have no clue what anyone else is talking about ... which is probably the way some of you feel when I talk about Burning Man. heh. heh.
So, I do this. I do it full force, and my kids love that. Even when I'm not exactly sure what it is I am doing.
Some of my favorite memories from childhood are when my parents dove into something I loved. Especially if it was "silly" or could be seen as "frivolous." It was fun, and they could see and understand that it was a big, fun deal to me.
Oh, gotta' run. The girl just texted that she got a ticket giving her a guaranteed autograph from Caitlin Glass! OMG! I have no idea who that is, but it was in all caps with tons of exclamation points! I'm really, really happy for her, and must reply with just as much enthusiasm. Because ... OMG!
|In the middle of a 30/30 hooping challenge. So, I got my hoop on at the Convention Center. This is me, as Izumi Curtis. Forgot my fabric tubes to make my dreads appear black, but my kid forgave my oversight. She's cool like that. Think I look so serious because Izumi's failed attempt at Human Transmutation left her with a nasty side effect of coughing up blood anytime she gets too worked up. Guess I need to chill the heck out.|