and Back Again
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madrobinsAustin, TX, is hotter than San Francisco, CA. Both have excellent places to eat, but only Austin has Maureen McHugh's house, where I went for dinner with my fellow Eat Our Brains bloggers on Thursday night. Saw many wonderful people--![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sdn was the editor guest of honor, and Louise Marley was the writer guest. jaylake was much in evidence (he and klages were howlingly funny on Sunday morning at 10am on the Liar's Panel, when it was all I could do to keep my eyes open. Did a couple of panels (one on archetypes in SF and fantasy, which veered entertainly from "what sort of archetypic characters can you name" to something a little more divers and intriguing; the other was on "what is an editor good for," in which we Made All Clear to the audience). Ate barbecue at the dead dog party, and spent most of Monday potching about looking at astonishing artifacts of many sorts, before getting on the plane to come home.
Why is it that my energy remains high and my mood good, until I sit on the plane on the way home from a convention, at which point all strength drains downward and out through my toes, and I become soggy and hard to light? There must be a reason.
The Armadillocon hotel was kind of nifty: viewed from the first floor courtyard the hotel (which is a square) looks like an odd fusion of the colisseum and a set from The High Chapparal. The decor is southwestern...but with tapestries of 17th century dukes hunting scrawny, fading deer. Odd, but charming. And as always, while the air conditioning in the bedrooms might have been variable, the air in the convention area itself was glacial. Seeing as it was 100 degrees, give or take, a certain measure of glaciality was just fine.
I had a very good time. Came home to find that Sarcasm Girl and the Emily Dog had both waited up for me. Today I am rebuilding life, since Thursday night (late) I head off to NYC to retrieve the long-awaited Younger Girl. Or Younger Woman, as she may be styling herself now. Who knows?
sdn was the editor guest of honor, and Louise Marley was the writer guest. jaylake was much in evidence (he and klages were howlingly funny on Sunday morning at 10am on the Liar's Panel, when it was all I could do to keep my eyes open. Did a couple of panels (one on archetypes in SF and fantasy, which veered entertainly from "what sort of archetypic characters can you name" to something a little more divers and intriguing; the other was on "what is an editor good for," in which we Made All Clear to the audience). Ate barbecue at the dead dog party, and spent most of Monday potching about looking at astonishing artifacts of many sorts, before getting on the plane to come home.Why is it that my energy remains high and my mood good, until I sit on the plane on the way home from a convention, at which point all strength drains downward and out through my toes, and I become soggy and hard to light? There must be a reason.
The Armadillocon hotel was kind of nifty: viewed from the first floor courtyard the hotel (which is a square) looks like an odd fusion of the colisseum and a set from The High Chapparal. The decor is southwestern...but with tapestries of 17th century dukes hunting scrawny, fading deer. Odd, but charming. And as always, while the air conditioning in the bedrooms might have been variable, the air in the convention area itself was glacial. Seeing as it was 100 degrees, give or take, a certain measure of glaciality was just fine.
I had a very good time. Came home to find that Sarcasm Girl and the Emily Dog had both waited up for me. Today I am rebuilding life, since Thursday night (late) I head off to NYC to retrieve the long-awaited Younger Girl. Or Younger Woman, as she may be styling herself now. Who knows?