I’ll admit I didn’t actually see much of the con part of PantheaCon. I didn’t go to any seminars on “Who’s Calling: Caller ID for the Gods” or “Mirror of My Soul: Relationship as a Magickal Art”. I didn’t go to anything called a ritual or a circle. I was too damned busy selling kilts all day, and I didn’t really feel like hanging around all evening just in case something dirty happened.

Maybe if I’d know which rituals would have been most likely to turn into naked romps, I’d have stayed.

But I tell you, them pagans, they buy a lot of kilts. We sold almost twice what we expected, and that with a short staff at the booth an a shortage of larger kilt sizes.

It was a really different venue than what I’m used to working. I’m used to being outside, in a street or street-like area. I’m used to events where people are drinking. I’m used to events where we can get loud, and where we need to work to get people into our booth.

Here, we were in a small area, inside. We didn’t need to be loud. We didn’t get to hustle people into the booth. They came to us, often faster that we could handle them. Normally we hand out business cards and work people as they walk buy, but here, everyone knew what Utilikilts are.

It was low key, and quiet, yet we were selling kilts as fast as we could go most of Saturday.

I’d work this event again. It’s fun to work close to home for once, someplace where I could get in and out without a long trip. And it was fun pretty much running the booth. I’ve always worked with people who are in charge until now so it was a change to have to wing stuff, make stuff up and not have anyone else to ask or tell. The guy who was supposed to be running the booth had to cancel, so we spent a lot of time figuring out what to do and how to do it.

I think we did a great job on this one.

Still, I missed the drunken kilt-inspectors. Vending isn’t the same when you don’t get or give some good grope.

Today and possibly most of the weekend (we’ll see about that), I will be Utilikilt-vending at PantheaCon in San Jose.

I actually, wonder of wonders, did find a reader who’s going. (Come ‘an give daddy a kiss, Sonja!). Not what I expected, but maybe she found me by accident via a google search.

In any case, I have no idea if this thing will be a somber, serious deal (which is what it sounds like from the web site), or if it will be more what I picture as a pagan revel. In either case, I’m always happy to sell kilts, get people out of their pants, and spread the word on kilted freedom.

I’m hoping I come home monday with interesting stories to tell. I usually, but not always, have them from kilt vending days. But I can tell you this much; I can resist anything but temptation. Temptation already got the better of me this week once, I ordered a one-of-a-kind (or very few of a kind) black Survival Kilt:

I called up Uncle Otto at the shop after seeing one of these few black Survivals in my stock for P-con, and got lucky. He had one, just one, in my size. And no more are being made in black. These are the kilts Richard Hatch wore (a little, when he wasn’t butt-naked) on the Survivor all-star show with my buddy Lex. Otto got this kilt into a second day air box and I’m awaiting it’s delivery as I type.

Temptation. My friend. My enemy. Don’t tempt me. Don’t dare me. I will. Some of you know it.

So I’ve got a new kilt to wear this weekend, and in a few minutes I’m going to load up my van with 300lbs of kilts, and head downtown. But first, one more cup of coffee, and where is that delivery guy?