WriterCon memories

[thebratqueen]

Okay, so now I attempt to write about WriterCon. Bear in mind I took no notes, am not even digging up my panel schedule to refresh my memory, and I suck at remembering names. OTOH, consider how much fun random stream of counsciousness will be! :D


My plane ran late getting into Atlanta, but I was fairly relaxed about things since I figured hey, I'm at the airport, they have flying machines here, I'll get down to Atlanta eventually.

This did mean, however, that I was about an hour later than expected and that quite possibly had something to do with byrne and wesleysgirl not being able to find me at the airport. That, or how the Atlanta airport has shoved the American Airlines section into a tiny closet in the middle of, by my figuring, nowhere.

Byrne, on her cellphone: Okay, where are you?
Me, on mine: By the baggage claim.
Byrne: What do you see?
Me: The... baggage... claim?
Byrne: Do you see red or blue?
Me, seeing both: Yes?

And so on and so forth.

Now the thing you need to remember is that thanks to wacky fun with health I have not been the sharpest crayon in the box as far as being able to plan or retain details go. Which means that at a certain point I did doubt the wisdom of booking my plane tickets via the method of "Atlanta" instead of "Same airport in Atlanta that my friends will be in" since for all I knew there were two airports, JFK and La Guardia style.

We were, in fact, at the same airport though and once I went upstairs and saw the HUGE baggage claim area that they had separated but certainly not equaled from the American baggage claim area, I began to understand B and WG's confusion in not finding me.

But we were all found, and mpoetess found the three of us, and lo' did MP's minivan and my GPS (which still needs a name) make it back to the hotel, and it was good.

That night was meeting up with other folks (see what I mean about not remembering names? I don't lie to you people.) and going to the Waffle House for dinner. Naturally not having been at a Waffle House since I lived in New Orleans I ordered their signature dish of a hamburger. (Look, I was hungry and needed protein, okay?)

Post Waffle House we stopped off at the nearby ice cream shop which had the BEST ICE CREAM EVER, OMG. Since I am all about eating healthy these days, I resolved to only go there once. That resolve was broken twice. I'm nothing if not firm.

Later on we migrated up to justhuman's room. There was Bridgey porn (Byrne, after a long while of being distracted by her knitting, "...is this Power Rangers?"), and... um. Other things watched. I know Hex was in the offering at one point (airawyn, "It has lesbian ghosts." WG: "Lesbian goats?" Me: "Think lesbians, only invisible." WG: "Ohhhhh.")

Friday morning I got the page from ladybug218 that the Fandom High Krewe was in da hoooouse. Only not as badly worded coming from a white girl, plus with very kind understanding for the fact that I and everyone else were very fond of our beds. Not in a dirty way, I swear.

Five years later we all gathered in the lobby and then went off to breakfast at - wait for it - the Waffle House. This time I had a waffle. It wasn't snowing. I know, the world could've come to an end. But I think Waffle Houses get special dispensation.

Lesse. Somewhere on Friday I went out to lunch at a pretty good Chinese place with airawyn, I signed in at the Con and got my little goody bag o' schtuff. At some point I took a nap since ZOMG woke up in the morning WTF. That evening was the erotica panel, after which I went to the Slash specific breakout panel, though really I could've gone to any of the ones on that track as they looked interesting.

Saturday brought many things, most important of which, as anyone who knows me knows, is that I got to eat Chik-fil-A for lunch. This pretty much ensured that anything else good that happened during the con was pure extra.

I also had two panels that day, one of which was humor in which stoney321 gets major props from me for managing a very nice and classy intro for me given that my reply to her email of "How would you like me to intro you for the panel?" basically amounted to "That is a very good question."

Later on I was mod on the Virtual Seasons panel and my apologies if I was not at my panel-modding best. Unfortunately right before then is when ye olde health issues started to wave their hands and remind me that I'm still not at 100%, but I'm nothing if not stubborn and an utter control freak about certain panel topics, so I went down and modded the panel anyway.

(I would also at this point like to give a shout-out to soundingsea who worked like a DOG the entire con, inasmuch as she was always working hard every time I saw her, and thus gets props from me even if she failed to signify the end of my panel by flashing me her boobs.)

Post-VS panel was a slash fans gathering which seemed like it would be much fun. (Dirty comics, whee!) Unfortunately that's also when I started to get wonky, and after I left to get something I realized I'd pushed myself way too far. Much to my disappointment, Saturday night was pretty much spent with me curled up in bed in the hopes that if I did so I could do, well, anything on Sunday. This meant missing the cocktail party which was esp. frustrating because I'm told there was dancing, and you know how much I like that.

(I'd also like to take a sec to give shout-outs to ladybug218 for keeping me company in text messages, and mpoetess and airawyn for doing a food run for me. mpoetess gets a special tip of the hat for making the executive decision that, in spite of my constant text messaging, I clearly was totally out of the realm of communication and therefore she was going to order a large ice cream because surely that's what I would have wanted.) (Which, if she'd asked, I'd have said no but in hindsight you really do need extra ice cream when you're not at your best, ergo MP is very very wise.)

So, having taken it easy on Saturday I was able to do some stuff on Sunday. I made it to a couple of panels, and did a fun side-trip with MP, B, WG, and JH that resulted in, amongst other things, porn with bloopers. (No, not starring us.)

Sunday night was Mexican with the aforementioned folks plus the remainder of the FH gang. And this included the aforementioned folks not strangling the FH gang for not talking about FH constantly, so my thanks for that. After that was swimming (which had a guy, and a big stick, but not at the same time), another run for ice cream, and then the watching of porn with bloopers. Also with the LONGEST BLOWJOBS EVER OMG. Not in a good way, either. More in a "Kee-rist get on with it!" kind of way. Though there was boykissy and that's always pretty.

Sunday night had more goodbyes, woe, and packing and sleeping and getting up early on Monday to get to the airport. At the airport I discovered the garbage cans were alive when someone near me threw something out and I swear the machine GROWLED. Then it refused to take any more garbage. I can only assume because the previous offering did not please it. Perhaps the previous offering was cheese to a lactose-intolerant garbage can god. I don't speak garbage, I do not know.

My flight home was uneventful and, well, you know the rest.

I think that about covers it. I'd also like to say that I got a chance to meet many, many spiffy people while I was there, and was especially touched and flattered by the folks who took the time to come up and say hi and squee. I can only hope that both I and my boobs were as nice to meet in person as they are on the internet. Or, er, something like that.

Anyway, it was a fun weekend and my only regret is that I couldn't do more. so there ya go. =)