I spent a chunk of this time of year explaining to half the people in my life that, yes, they knew it was Easter, that's why they scheduled the convention then (so that people would have time off), and then turning around and explaining to the other half that, yes, it actually is a religious holiday for me, not just for my relatives.
We are in that time-honored stage of pre-con time, the "ack! what do I wear?" stage. The weather appears cooperative enough, because I don't want to wear wintry things. What I really want is for cpolk to be my fairy godmother and wave her wand over her patterns and come out with a beautiful blue sundress and maybe a green A-line skirt and maybe (if I had been working really hard in the ashes) something full-skirted and red. Also, while you're at it, the sparkly unicorn that shoots rainbows out its horn and...wait, this phrasing is where I got myself into trouble before. It does not help that I would prefer not to wear jeans and a T-shirt to the Thursday dinner we've just added to the agenda. I think this is a "when in doubt, look at the jewelry" situation. Hmmmmm.