Two sleeps 'til Roller Con. In Vegas.
Where I can breathe nothing but roller derby for four days and three nights (and maybe a little casino smoke). Yes, that is a good thing. For me, anyway.
Unlike last week's camp adventure, I will not forget my toothbrush this week. Or deodorant. Or a razor. I already put them in the suitcase. With panties. And socks. And the hooker-ish dress I bought to wear to the Black and Blue Ball (it's perfect for a derby ball). I should be all set.