This must be ‘life after Vida Vegan Con‘, because I have a sweet new coffee mug and some time on my hands, once more. It’s just….surreal, to be looking back, one week later. Did we really host a three-day party (er, educational and vegan food-packed extravaganza) for 300? A benefit soirée with Chimp Sanctuary NW for 400? Did I really reconnect with old friends and meet new ones from around the world? Are people seriously still in line to make giant tofu & seitan bacon club sandwiches? Really, is the internet a better place to be this week? What’s the daily special at White Owl? A girl can dream. And contemplate. Collaborate. And start obsessing over a whole new round of Google docs.
After the first Con in 2011, I returned to my delusional day job and vowed that if I could help put together something so seemingly epic, I wouldn’t be in the same place next time around, grumbling and devoting so much time to things that didn’t matter to me. I’m definitely not, (of course, with more bills to pay than I’d ever say out loud), but gosh, is it swell to see VVC II complete and find myself considerably more on top of my own time, even if my long-running former gig was next door to the new Veggie Grill, but I digress. And focus.
Like I said, the weekend (and two weeks leading into) VVC II were surreal. With twice the happenings, Janessa, Michele and myself (and our amazing friends and special helpers!!) found ourselves running and learning, with rarely a moment to witness what was actually happening. It was unfolding and becoming its own place in time. I can only look back now and try to enjoy the madness. I (selfishly) wish I could rewind and watch it all in slow motion, sip my Prosecco, toast with friends I hadn’t seen in forever, and watch it all unfold.
I can’t quite comment on the actual event or anything practical any more that that just yet, but here are some photos and quick thoughts from life immediately before and afterwards.
Inspiration remains the motivation.