For those of y'all who remember the old Phlegmfests, this is what took over for Herself's weekend-long parties in 2020, under the steady hand of OldNFO.
It is a weekend for tribe (and authors) to gather and just ... converse. Jonna Hayden refers to it as a "Relaxacon", and there is absolutely no structure to it. Folks bring drink, and food, and lively conversation is had, with much laughter.
And while there are absolutely no panels, I found myself outside on the porch in an informal "No [Deleted], There I Was" not-panel that went over three hours, with much giggling and the occasional Dr Pepper Sinusoidal Lavage.
Saturday evening, I had buried the needle on my People-Meter, was sitting on the unoccupied side of the venue, trying to breathe, and my friend Tom Rogneby stepped out, put a cup of something in my hand, and we sat, sipped cocktails, and watched the Texas sunset.
Kith are people who understand.
Dr Rogneby's Phlogistonic Nostrum:
1 part Buffalo Trace Bourbon Cream
1 part good root beer
Mix, pour over a bit of ice, and hand to vibrating introvert. Sip slowly.
A good time, and a good start to the convention season.
See y'all at Tulkon.