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Paw*Con 2014, day 1 - #1: The Road There
Every year I go to "Paw*Con". It's not a real, proper convention, though; my friends and I started calling it that because, in the furry fandom, gatherings of furries tend to be "meets", "circles", or "cons". Plus, it only became "Paw*Con" when we moved it from being hosted at Rozberk's place (where we called the gathering of Macro/MIcro fans, "Roz*Con") to Milwaukee where Geemo, Seph, and Quinn live.
I've been going every year since 2001. Each year I cook for my friends, we hang out, play games, see movies, and go to restaurants all while enjoying each other's company. Seeing as the first time we did this ended just days before my father passed away, this annual gathering has taken on a larger meaning for me than (probably) most others in attendance. For me, it's an annual reminder of my "family of choice": my closest friends, no matter how far apart we are.
The road trip started on a Thursday afternoon and took almost 6 hours to drive from Minneapolis to Milwaukee. But it was worth the trip. Some time around passing Madison, I looked into my rear-view mirror, saw the sunset-touched sky, and felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was as if my stresses and troubles were fading away.
This image shows my driving through the southern suburbs of Minneapolis at the beginning of my journey.
Paw*Con 2014, day 1 - #1: The Road There
Every year I go to "Paw*Con". It's not a real, proper convention, though; my friends and I started calling it that because, in the furry fandom, gatherings of furries tend to be "meets", "circles", or "cons". Plus, it only became "Paw*Con" when we moved it from being hosted at Rozberk's place (where we called the gathering of Macro/MIcro fans, "Roz*Con") to Milwaukee where Geemo, Seph, and Quinn live.
I've been going every year since 2001. Each year I cook for my friends, we hang out, play games, see movies, and go to restaurants all while enjoying each other's company. Seeing as the first time we did this ended just days before my father passed away, this annual gathering has taken on a larger meaning for me than (probably) most others in attendance. For me, it's an annual reminder of my "family of choice": my closest friends, no matter how far apart we are.
The road trip started on a Thursday afternoon and took almost 6 hours to drive from Minneapolis to Milwaukee. But it was worth the trip. Some time around passing Madison, I looked into my rear-view mirror, saw the sunset-touched sky, and felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was as if my stresses and troubles were fading away.
This image shows my driving through the southern suburbs of Minneapolis at the beginning of my journey.