It’s only been 5 days since the Salt Palace in downtown Salt Lake looked like this:

And already there’s not a trace of evidence (except a few downtown vagrants suspiciously sporting new orange knapsacks) that we were ever here. Every piece of vinyl is down, every window cling is unclung, every custom fabric banner is undraped, the snowflakes are just boring metal frames, and the massive ’salt shakers’ are once again clear glass. It feels a bit like the day after Christmas, or a few hours after Thanksgiving dinner. After months of preparation, it happens. And after all that hard work, and the short frame of ecstasy, it’s over. Not necessarily a bad feeling, just a strange one. Invasion was a big part of our day, and now it’s gone. Not that we won’t start on next year’s convention in the blink of an eye, but there will always be a soft little spot right here in our hearts for Invasion. Am I getting too sentimental? Quick, someone post about Halo.