Today I spent almost no time at the con in the daytime since that was spent on my first ever trip to Wrigley Field. Separate writeup coming to my baseball blog later about that trip.
Got back to the hotel around 6pm, and the evening’s order of business was the Hogwarts Alumni Reunion party at 8:30pm.
Mirrored from blog.ceciliatan.com.
Worldcon Day One! (Thursday)
We actually arrived here Wednesday, but fairly late at night, so didn’t do anything but go up to the room and not emerge until this morning.
Today, however was non-stop action! (As cons like this often are.) Included in this post: recommendations of GLBT-inclusive sf/f books & media. But it’s at the end.
First order of business was move into our party suite. We got up early so we could move over there and register before my 12 noon panel. Managed to accomplish both those things and then get to the panel only a mere five minutes late after trying to figure out the odd arrangement of towers, elevators, and escalators in this hotel.
First panel was one I suggested myself, so therefore I got to moderate it: “We’re here, we’re queer…. are we used to it?”
Mirrored from blog.ceciliatan.com.
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
Four days later, we flew United to Chicago O’Hare where a driver was supposed to meet us. I’d traded in my denim jacket for my somewhat battered black trench coat, and put on the round sunglasses Matthew had given me way back when. The contracts were in my backpack again and I felt weird traveling with no guitar. I set the pack down on the moving walkway as we drifted under waves of neon sculpture toward baggage claim. I was tired. Five days at home hadn’t been restful. I’d spent most of it on the phone or going back and forth from one office to another, lawyers, Charles River, a booking agent who might set up our own tour… I hadn’t seen the others at all, except for Christian because we lived in the same house.
As we neared the end of the walkway, I turned to the others and looked over the top of the sunglasses. “You know what I want to do?” They waited for the answer. “Rehearse.”
“Aww, Dad,” Christian said, but I could see in his face he agreed with me.
“It’s been almost a week and I don’t want to sound like crap.”
“When?” Bart pushed at my shoulder and I realized I had to step off the walkway.
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