This was a low-key con for me this year, since I'm A) burned out on cons, having just returned from World Fantasy, and B) I've had too much caffeine and not enough sleep and C) I'm helping some dear friends work through some serious grief.
But I did have fun hanging out with old friends and making new ones. I had a fork flung at me by a cranky two-year-old, which I consider to be a milestone of some sort. I also got to sign my first ever autographs, for two dear young friends of mine. It is a fine way to break my autography virginity.
Also, I donated blood, which I've never done for the Red Cross or in one of those portable vans. (I am so spoiled by the blood drives in my building, which are held in the conference room on the 40th floor, with a magnificent view and big screen tvs playing Goonies or Wall-E.) It was cramped, and I felt a bit odd stretching out in my fishnets and short skirt, but whatever.
I had an excellent final day.
mkhobson and I went to a workshop on making fascinators and wee hats. (Hopefully, she'l post a picture of the hat she made since it's gorgeous.) Basically, they had a table spread with glue guns, scissors and all kinds of feathers and frou frou, and we went to town. If anyone had difficulty, they could just ask someone else. It was awesome. Later I had lunch with
maryrobinette and others. I had been wanting to go to Burgerville for sweet potato fries, but Mary happened to know the bar served sweet potato tater tots (which weren't on the menu!) and that's how I ended up eating some more* awesome macaroni and cheese. (All of us had macaroni and cheese, or grilled cheese sandwiches. Combined with the tater tots, I felt like I was in a really high class, intellectual kindergarten.) There was much interesting conversation, and I didn't feel like too much of a zombie. I'm glad I didn't push myself last night, and got a good night's sleep.
*More, because the night before I'd had some at Stanford's restaurant. Both were good, but neither compare to the Pitts' family's homemade macaroni.
But I did have fun hanging out with old friends and making new ones. I had a fork flung at me by a cranky two-year-old, which I consider to be a milestone of some sort. I also got to sign my first ever autographs, for two dear young friends of mine. It is a fine way to break my autography virginity.
Also, I donated blood, which I've never done for the Red Cross or in one of those portable vans. (I am so spoiled by the blood drives in my building, which are held in the conference room on the 40th floor, with a magnificent view and big screen tvs playing Goonies or Wall-E.) It was cramped, and I felt a bit odd stretching out in my fishnets and short skirt, but whatever.
I had an excellent final day.
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*More, because the night before I'd had some at Stanford's restaurant. Both were good, but neither compare to the Pitts' family's homemade macaroni.