Friday,
February 21, 2003
And the madness begins
I just got nagged sweetly by Jerry to update this, so update it I shall.Ê I had a buttload of work to get done before I could get out the door at work, my costume is still lacking sleeves so I may wind up going home tonight after the festivities to finish it, but all in all, it looks like it's going to be a good weekend. I just hope the weather improves -- I'm supposed to fence with Jeff and Selina Rosen sometime tomorrow, and the best place to do that is on this grassy strip next to the hotel.Ê Kinda hard to do that if you're squishing around in mud.
Since I didn't specifically mention it, this is the first day of ConDFW. Thanks to Bill, who was kind enough to get there early, snag a schedule and give me a ringy ringy, I found out at 4:15 PM (while I was on the road) that I had a reading at 5:00 PM.
Um. . .well, we had fun sitting around and shooting the shit with each other. And I think the businessmen who were sitting at that little table outside the door may never recover from the subject matter.
Next was the Shared Worlds panel -- why I was on this I haven't the faintest idea, so I moderated and slung questions towards the other, much more experienced members of the panel. Lynn Abbey gave us some really useful tips on doing shared world v themed anthologies, which is going to come in handy as some people I know are looking at doing something like this in the near future.
Afterwards, Bill, Robert, Derek and I went out for dinner, but not before I tried to lasso Derek in the lobby and had the moves put on me by one of the guests who'd spent the evening propping up the bar. I'm a fairly easygoing woman, and I know about con etiquette and how you have to give people a lot of slack.
That being said, I don't like being kissed by total strangers, I don't like being asked in a sly tone, "You look GOOD -- did you get lucky today?" and if good manners hadn't been drilled into me by my parents I would have popped him one. As it is, I told Lyndon about the incident, and he's looking forward to locating this writer tomorrow. I don't anticipate permanent damage -- after all, bones heal, right?
And now, I have
a choli to finish. Later, taters!