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Friday,
February 25, 2005
CONDFW - DAY ONE
Let the con season begin!
I took the day off, despite the fact that El Jefe looked rather wistful when I reminded him yesterday that I would be out today (we're very busy in the office right now) so that I could get into the con reasonably early today.
That was the plan, anyway. What actually happened was that I got up at noon, started frantically cutting out new skirt pieces for my red doublet to turn it into a sleeveless gambeson (I WAS tempted to make a completely new one out of pink camo fabric just to freak out certain friends, but time was against me. Maybe sometime next weekend...), and realized by 3:00 PM that there would be no way I could finish everything and still get to the con before my first scheduled event.
So, abandoning the gambeson until tomorrow morning, I jumped into a shower, threw some clothes into a bag and headed across town to the Richardson Radisson. On the way, I discovered something about taking Metformin -- you can't skip meals anymore, because you don't have any reserves. Or maybe it was just the "general malaise' that I'm supposed to be experiencing for the next two weeks while my body gets used to the drug.
In any case, I was feeling decidedly shaky so I figured I'd stop off at the Burger King next door, snarf down a fast Whopper and continue on to the con. That particular plan was derailed when P.N. Elrod spotted me waiting out front for my fries and did a jig in the window until I saw her. Hee. So I went in and ate with her -- Pat's a cool lady, a great costumer as well as a superb writer, and she filled me in on some of the local fan gossip and her latest costuming score (selling Jedi cloaks at a humongous Star Wars convention).
I finally had to leave her to her fries so that I could skate over to the hotel, check in, grab my badge from ConOps and find the autographing table. I was signing with Lee Martindale, and we had a steady stream of people coming by to chat with us -- nobody asked me to sign anything, but that's fine (usually I bring some chapbooks or other stuff to sell and sign, but I decided to skip all that this time). After that, it was nap time (buggery malaise), a fast, funny Opening Ceremonies with Steven Brust, Patrick and Teresa Nielsen Hayden and David Cherry, a hilarious Yard Dog Traveling Road Show panel where Selina demanded that I read "The Moon of Sensible Shoes," and general hanging out with Selina Rosen and the rest of the Yard Dogs.
Unfortunately, the night ended badly when I realized around 2:00 AM that I simply couldn't get to sleep on the hotel mattress (why oh why didn't I bring my air mattress? I'm a idiot). Lyndon suggested that I go home, since I had to finish the gambeson anyway, so I trudged back to Plano and two very relieved cats.
Tomorrow -- research panels, fencing with Selina Rosen and Jeff Turner, and the inevitable Sex and SF Panel. . .