Anyway. It's rather ironic (don't I think?) that all these people I met this week, I met basically because we all keep online journals. (Well, Jeff and sometimes Ferrell barely qualify there, but.) And yet, we've got the Vegas thing going of what happens there, stays there. (Or the other way around.) So I won't be writing about my time there, at least not in a public entry. And neither will anyone else, perhaps. A whole group of bloggers and journalers, silenced by coming together. Let's just say that I had a much better time than I could've possibly expected, and connected with people more than I thought possible. (And, as a bonus, this is the first group I've felt a part of that wasn't at least half Jewish in a really long time. With where I am in my life now, that's quite a feat.)
It's also weird that my posts have been addressed to people lately, rather than the general expository no-second-person format I usually go with. It's due to writing about a large chunk of one's friends-list all at once, I suppose. Heisenberg's Blogging Uncertainty Principle at work: You watch my journal; I change it for you. I'm switching back now, though.