I met up with some friends at a beer hall nearby to watch the USMNT. Disappointing—they just didn’t look good at all—-but probably for the best so it’s not all about the stupid rescinding of the red card. Still a bummer though—would’ve at least liked a closer game.

I am also very much hoping there are not more fireworks tonight. The last three nights have been loud.

(Also >24 hours with zero posts seems wrong)

I am safely home from the con. I got to see a bunch of old friends, have some ridiculously good chicken mole enchiladas, and hug a few folks who apparently really needed hugging. If I write this one up, it'll very likely go onto Dreamwidth under circle-lock (I'm [link] over there; send me email at my profile address if you want to be added to the access list.)

Nurse Jen's hubby Matt is indeed a lovely fellow; I was prepared to be quite jealous of him when we met at JZ's memorial, but my life is not a rom-com in that particular direction. Sometimes friends just love one another and no one makes a fuss. I'm glad he and Jen have each other, and long may they wave.

The orange blight certainly can be a jinx on sports teams.