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World Fantasy: Day 1
Yesterday, I piled into a car with Patricia Bray (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pbray), Tracy, and April (fireun), and we left Binghamton for the road trip to Columbus, OH, where the World Fantasy Convention is being held this year. We expected a 10 hour trip with stops. We managed to make it in 8 1/2, with lots of shenanigans along the way. Pictures were taken. It's not clear whether pictures will be shared yet.
Upon arrival (after an accident on the highway forced us to use the TomTom to find an alternate route to the hotel, the only real issue we had with the drive), we checked in, rolled down to registration to register for the con and place our promo materials, immediately ran into various other writer friends, such as S.C. Butler, Susan Jett, and their new baby boy Henry (much cooing over the baby ensued), Ian Tregillis, Brad Beaulieu,barbarienne, some of the OWW folk, and probably a few others I'm not remembering. The hotel has been crafty in that the bar is situated between the hotel elevators to the rooms and the actual con. So no one can make it from one location to the other without passing through the bar. And since everyone who's anyone hangs out at the bar at such a con, there's no way to get through without running into someone you desperately want to talk to.
After that, we managed to capture Ian Tregillis and hit a local brewery/restaurant called Gordon Biersch, which was good. And then we hit Sam's hotel room to watch the season finale of Project Runway, in which Gretchen (the bitch) won, causing Patricia to scream in agonizing pain for 10 full minutes (pictures were taken). We attempted to leave Sam's hotel, but discovered that you chould check in, but not check out. It has been redubbed "Hotel California." We were only saved by the arrival of Sam, who had abandoned his family in order to head to the bar.
I probably should have hit the bar at that point, but since I had a meeting scheduled with my editor this morning for breakfast, I decided to call it quits. And that was day 1 at the con. The REAL party begins today though. Report tomorrow . . . if I'm in any shape to give one. *grin*
pbray), Tracy, and April (fireun), and we left Binghamton for the road trip to Columbus, OH, where the World Fantasy Convention is being held this year. We expected a 10 hour trip with stops. We managed to make it in 8 1/2, with lots of shenanigans along the way. Pictures were taken. It's not clear whether pictures will be shared yet.Upon arrival (after an accident on the highway forced us to use the TomTom to find an alternate route to the hotel, the only real issue we had with the drive), we checked in, rolled down to registration to register for the con and place our promo materials, immediately ran into various other writer friends, such as S.C. Butler, Susan Jett, and their new baby boy Henry (much cooing over the baby ensued), Ian Tregillis, Brad Beaulieu,
barbarienne, some of the OWW folk, and probably a few others I'm not remembering. The hotel has been crafty in that the bar is situated between the hotel elevators to the rooms and the actual con. So no one can make it from one location to the other without passing through the bar. And since everyone who's anyone hangs out at the bar at such a con, there's no way to get through without running into someone you desperately want to talk to.After that, we managed to capture Ian Tregillis and hit a local brewery/restaurant called Gordon Biersch, which was good. And then we hit Sam's hotel room to watch the season finale of Project Runway, in which Gretchen (the bitch) won, causing Patricia to scream in agonizing pain for 10 full minutes (pictures were taken). We attempted to leave Sam's hotel, but discovered that you chould check in, but not check out. It has been redubbed "Hotel California." We were only saved by the arrival of Sam, who had abandoned his family in order to head to the bar.
I probably should have hit the bar at that point, but since I had a meeting scheduled with my editor this morning for breakfast, I decided to call it quits. And that was day 1 at the con. The REAL party begins today though. Report tomorrow . . . if I'm in any shape to give one. *grin*