Well, lemme give you another "remember when", then - remember the filk room at Conestoga? I'd been planning to go to it after the Harry Potter book party was over, but on my way out I saw people discussing with the hotel staff about the room being locked. I figured oh well, that was it, and went up to my room to read a few pages and then drift off to sleep. Around 1 am Joe showed up at the door and said "We got the filk room open!" with a cheerful look on his face, and I ignored my desire for sleep and followed him there. You were there and singing. That weekend was when I heard you sing the song about the woodpecker they found in Arkansas, which amused me greatly. (The original of that was a favorite song of my first husband back when we were in high school) I had a hard time with pain during that con, kept having to shift from sitting to kneeling to lying on the floor even - thank goodness I can now hope for improvement post-surgery.