Sunday! The lazy day of the con! Except that I had noticed that the free breakfast had gotten a little crowded the day before, so I was kinda sorta hoping I could get down there a little earlier, and beat the rush...no real reason, other than my own introvertedness, such as it is. I can face the world a lot better after I've had some carbs and some reading time. So I didn't sleep in, as much as I would have liked to, but rather went down to breakfast as soon as I woke up, and then went back up to my room to start getting ready. Much like the day before, I was a little worried about getting into Umi's goddess robes on my own; I had learned at Special Edition the week before that doing up your own laces in the back is *not* a good idea. I was less likely to have a wardrobe malfunction with this costume, but it was still going to be a pain in the neck.

The girls helped me down with my luggage (which was SUPER nice of them, I really do have some awesome friends), and once everything was stowed safely in my car we headed over to the Double Tree and the convention center proper. And we. Were. Horrified. I had neglected to mention on the previous two days, but while people were waiting on the registration line in that godawful heat, staffers had been passing out free bottles of water, which I thought was pretty decent of them. But this is why we can't have nice things--what did congoers do with those bottles when they were done with them? Just drop them wherever the hell they felt like it. There was trash everywhere. I get that we're not coming back to this location, you guys, but it's behavior like that, that makes us look bad. There's a saying, if you'll pardon the crudity, "Don't sh^t where you eat." But it's even more than that--how about, "Don't sh^t anywhere you aren't supposed to--like anywhere that isn't a toilet." It's about not being jerks, ladies and gentlemen. It's about not being disgusting. Don't do it. If you see someone else do it, call them on it. And if you don't see it being done, but you see the trash, pick it up. You're not going to get cooties from an empty bottle.

It was getting on to about noon, so we decided we should leave the convention center (Avi had found a parking spot right on the grounds) and go seek out some lunch. Dokudel knew the area well, living not too far from there, so she suggested we head on over to a neat little sushi place. I'm pretty much always in the mood for Japanese food and I don't get to indulge it much, so we drove over--only to find out that the restaurant didn't open for over another hour! That was a little bit longer than we wanted to wait, so Avi used her GPS and found us a Subway nearby. The workers looked a *little* startled when the three of us walked in in full costume, but they were really very nice, and we had a really good time.

The con was pretty much petering out at this point, so when Ranma found us on the front lawn (and after he had taken a few pictures), we decided it was time to go--I had promised him a ride home back on Friday. I headed into the bathroom to change out of my cumbersome costume, but left on the wig (as I've said, walking around with normal hair but colored eyebrows somehow looks *weirder* to me than wearing a wig that your colored eyebrows match), and then got in my car and circled around to the entrance so he could load up his bags. The drive home wasn't too bad, and we stopped at a Planet Wings for dinner--my first time! And the lady taking our order asked me if my wig was my real hair, which I *always* take as a compliment. It wasn't long before I dropped Ranma off at his house, and then made my way home.