The week before I was due to head for the Romantic Times convention in Daytona Beach, Florida, I took a fall on my way to the cafeteria at work and broke the end of my right fibula. That's right, on the way to a yummy meatloaf lunch, I broke my ankle. It isn't even a good story!
So, what to do? Stay home and feel sorry for myself, or go anyway... well, no one ever claimed I had too much sense. I went, and had a blast. Didn't dance and didn't get as many pictures as I'd have liked, but here are the ones I did get (or borrowed). Enjoy!