Dan and I went to Ravencon this weekend, which was a little strange, since normally we take the boys with us. The trip started out badly. I mean, our flight was diverted to DC, which I expect was an attempt against my life. Fortunately I had with me sister Agnes’ ruler, which glows in the presence of evil, and therefore managed to finish a book while waiting for the plane to refuel and head back to Ravencon.
Seriously, being stuck on the plane for a long time gave me my first chance in a couple of years to just sit and read. I remember I used to like this, and as soon as the present crunch is over we must arrange life so I have a day a week to do this in.
So we got to our hotel at 9 and had to send Kate Paulk to be me on a panel on muses, which is okay, since I think we share one (And she’s a right bitch) while we went off with Tedd Roberts and Doc W. and James Cochrane for dinner.
Afterwards, we got to hang out with Kate and I think I had a panel, though d*mned if I remember. Anyway, we went to the room to find in the confusion with our reservations, they hadn’t actually got the feathers out of my room. My allergy is of a slow kind (I don’t flop down and die on contact) but if I spend a night in a room with feathers, I’ll be congested for two weeks. Getting the feathers out took till two in the morning, which would have been okay, except I had an early morning panel. Anyway — so, that was that. And then on Saturday we got a bunch of fans-who-are-now-friends and who came to visit with/meet, including frequent commenters on my blor, like RES and CACS and the wonderful Laura M. who comments here.
The con immediately partook the feel of a family reunion only slightly interrupted by the Baen roadshow (we were escorted to our positions by members of the manticorean navy.) Anyway, much fun, and I got to talk way too much.
Then followed the Baen dinner and then the Matrons and crones panel, about whom more shall be said at ATH tomorrow morning, because I’m not up to it tonight.
Most of the panels were fun, though.
Highlights: they put me in a humor panel at 9 am on Sunday, which for non-con goers, is the night after party-night. Whoever did that is not NEARLY as funny as he/she thinks he/she is. That’s all I have to say. Also, I was in a linguistics panel with Lawrence Schoen who told me among other things that people aren’t named in the language-of-use. I refuse to explain to a man surnamed Schoen that there are exceptions to that rule. Overall, though, he’s far more serious about his linguistics, and the panel was very interesting.
Also, on a panel (can’t remember which) I got to hear our very own Kate answer a “Australia? I thought you were from New Zealand” with a laugh out loud piece of Aussie prejudice. “Hell, no. I’m not a sheep shagger.” You have to hear it in Kate’s accent to get the full effect.
Other cool things — I got to see many of my Baen barfly friends, which is good, and I got to hang out with David Pascoe and his wife Sarah (aka #3 adopted son and #1 adopted daughter in law.)
I actually had a line for my signing, which was a first at a small con. (Okay, yes, one of you was at least five people in line, but all the same.) And all the sellers in the huckster room had my books.
Anyway — much fun, and if money permits next year I’ll be back. For one, I’d like to see Kate more often than once every eight years.
Oh, one thing — no, two:
1st, the hotel was struck by lightening before we arrived. If this doesn’t appear in a con book, I’ll be heartbroken.
2nd Kate was wearing a “sheddy” glittery outfit, and shed glitter all over our car seat, the hotel seat, the paths she walked, and David Pascoe. Needless to say we made countless jokes about glittery hoo-has, because that’s the kind of caring, sensitive friends we are.
Pardon the confused report — my husband got con crud and of course is sharing it, so I’m very tired. Reports on Matrons and crones tomorrow.