Pens Purchased: Three.
Amount Spent: Eleventy zillion dollars.
Inks Purchased: Four.
Graf von Faber-Castell Moss Green, which I’ve sampled and really like.
Graf von Faber-Castell Electric Pink, which had me at “electric pink.”
Montblanc Lucky Orange, which my friend Dan likes and I thought he might need. But then I forgot to tell him. So I guess we’ll find out if he reads the blog.
Diamine Earl Grey, which I really liked, though I wouldn’t have predicted that.
Inks I Forgot I Purchased: One. KWZ Hawaii Blue. It’s a KWZ, and it’s blue, so of course.
Inks Not Purchased: Two. I set aside KWZ Honey on Sunday, but forgot to go back to buy it. And I wanted another Papier Plume Da Blue, but forgot completely.
Lists Needed Next Year: “Don’t forget to buy these at the pen show.”
Pens Repaired: One. It took two wonderful pen repair people to do it.
Nibs Ground: None. I brought the nib, like last year, but forgot to bring it over, like last year.
Lists Needed Next Year: “Don’t forget to do this at the pen show.”
Thought That Just Occurred to Me: Perhaps a temporary tattoo would work better than a list.
Pens Sold: Seven or eight. Thanks, Rick.
Required Research on Nakaya pens at the Classic Pens Table : Probably 50-80 visits. But I mean, the show was four days.
Nakayas Now Needed: One. Nakai-ai in Unpolished Shu with Flex Double Broad Cursive Italic.
Best Thing: Meeting a pen friend from Michigan in person for the first time.
Next Best Thing: Lots of other nice people.
State With Highest Ratio of Incredibly Nice People: Iowa. Especially Nick, Diana, Paloma and Steve.
People I Could Have Talked to for Much Longer: On Saturday night it was three: Nicole, Trevor, and Laura. But every day, and every year, at the pen show it seems like I could just answer “everyone.”
Exact Moment My Brain Fried: 8:30 pm, Saturday night. Bang, fizzz, poof, gone.
Total Hours of Sleep Over the Three Nights: Twelve.
Number of Brain Cells Currently Functioning: Twelve.
Life-Changing Discovery: “Cold Foam Cascara Cold Brew” from Starbucks.
Number of People Who Asked Me, “Are You Following Me Around?”: Four.
Number of People Who I Hope Were Kidding About That: Four.