Corner room 600, 6th floor.... the party floor.

Wicked faire was spectacular.   Any drawbacks were simply from my own physical limitations, and self abuse of overwork.

My Experience:  WOW.  This was my first wicked faire, and although when i told people I was doing it would get warnings of "You know what kind of faire this is..... right" I nodded..   Welp, it was way more than I EVER anticipated.  Spec-friggin-tacular.  Now, as a fledgeling I think I spent the first few hours vending in a state of culture shock..... that faded quickly to a complete state of Yeeeeeeeeeehaw!  Oh lord, if only i wasnt working so hard in my tent I could have finnaly gotten in touch with my inner slut.  Thats not to say, that I did not reach down deep and become aquainted with it.....  haha!

You can sign me up for next year, except this time I will make sure my hotel room isnt on the floor where it sounded like it was "bowling with people" down the hall until 7am!  (nothing wrong with this, except my lament i was too tired to go fully investigate!)

I met some of the most incredible people, and again, le-SIGH..... if only i had 10 gallons of coffee hooked up to an I.V..... I could have hung out with them later.  Next year I will spend the week before on a marathon sleep session ala space ship deep time space cell capsule, to fully appreciate all the smorgasboard of kinky goodies that were abounding.

For those of you that attended, you couldn't miss me, I am the chick with the flamingest red hair this side of the island.    I had people sing to me in the hall "One of these things is not like the other" and nearly laughed my garters off!

Absolutely the best, its an absolute crime I will ahve to wait another year for it.