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ConFusion was great! And now, to rest...
I am home from ConFusion and starting to hit the haze of post-con tiredness. In retrospect Krysta and Brendan agreed that I was more tense this weekend than last year and yet many things went much more smoothly and I had much more fun.
I definitely spent much of the weekend in the slightly overwrought state where excessive happiness was bringing tears to my eyes, but that's better than any other cause for tears, so I didn't mind. Again in retrospect, my shoulder was really bothering me for most of the weekend and I was ignoring it rather than medicating and icing it (until Sunday), so that was an additional stressor. I actually lost my nice shoulder strap-on ice pack Saturday morning, but happily the hotel lost-and-found had it and I now have it back. I still don't know where I put it down when I lost it, but I'm very glad to have it in the end.
I was also stressing a bit over the "what comes next" question, which makes me wish I had checked my email Thursday night. I would have learned that Jim, who called me today shortly after I got home, had sent me a summary of benefits and is working on putting together a job offer letter. I'm still trying not to be too optimistic... well, and I'm too tired to have a full emotional reaction, but really this is wonderful news.
I had a wonderful convention. As far as I can tell so did many others and this makes me very happy. There were of course too many wonderful people there to get in a decent visit with all of them, so I focused on the special opportunities that this year offered, which meant that I mostly hung out with Steven Brust, Lorraine Garland and her friend Judy Wurl, Emma Bull and Will Shetterly, John Scalzi, Patrick Nielsen Hayden and Fred Levy Haskell. This was facilitated by the fact that they often hung out at the bar when not on panels, so it was easy to stop by for a few minutes before my phone rang again...
I also made it a priority to soak in as much of the music as I could, attending the concert Friday night (which was just as fabulous as I'd hoped!), the late-night smoking music program Friday after the reception, the minn-stf music party Saturday, and the late-night smoking music program Saturday night (and the dead dog party, which turned into a music party). I was particularly pleased that my phone didn't ring (or rather, vibrate) at all while I was at the minn-stf party. I hope nobody thought it was too obnoxious of me to walk in and plunk myself down on the floor in the middle of the circle, as I absolutely adored being there.
Saturday evening was one of the few times I went offsite, for a really nice quiet dinner of Thai food with Bill and Laura (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_leewit). My main regret was that I didn't find the right moment for a substantial visit with Aimee and Joe and the baby, or with Emily and the rest of that crowd. It was always nice to see them but we didn't really get to talk. Also I was hoping to spend more time on Saturday night with Bill, but after dinner I crashed for a nap (that was nice, he hung out and rubbed my tired legs and chatted with Laura while I slept) and then I wanted to make a circuit of the con before hitting the scotch tasting and he went looking for the scotch tasting and didn't find it (it was moving around) and we lost each other. After a while of looking for him I learned he had decided to go to bed (I went on to stay up until 5 or so). That was the main moment at which I wished that we hadn't loaned Bill's cell phone to my head of Ops for the weekend.
My phone did ring (or vibrate, you know what I mean) fairly regularly, but all of the concom and staff did a fabulous job and every issue that came up was resolved with a few small exceptions that weren't worth stressing over. The hotel people were splendid as usual, uber-volunteer Matt Fanny was terrific as usual, Krysta did a wonderful job as programming head and hotel liaison, Chuck gave me ample hugs, and Geri Sullivan was a marvelous presence throughout the weekend, especially as re: the one-hour one-shot but also because her enjoyment of people and the con was of the same pitch and melody as mine, and so we riffed off of one another in joy.
Though I didn't spend much time with him, Bill was his usual supportive self before and during the con and especially Sunday evening when he helped with pack out and ordered me to sit in the bar and eat with the loving, understanding smile that hits a special spot in my heart.
I'm really looking forward to spending the weekend with him at the end of this week. A normal, regular weekend, with no working or conrunning. Just a little basement remodeling.
And as for right now, I'm heading for a nap.
Thank you all for a most wonderful con.
I definitely spent much of the weekend in the slightly overwrought state where excessive happiness was bringing tears to my eyes, but that's better than any other cause for tears, so I didn't mind. Again in retrospect, my shoulder was really bothering me for most of the weekend and I was ignoring it rather than medicating and icing it (until Sunday), so that was an additional stressor. I actually lost my nice shoulder strap-on ice pack Saturday morning, but happily the hotel lost-and-found had it and I now have it back. I still don't know where I put it down when I lost it, but I'm very glad to have it in the end.
I was also stressing a bit over the "what comes next" question, which makes me wish I had checked my email Thursday night. I would have learned that Jim, who called me today shortly after I got home, had sent me a summary of benefits and is working on putting together a job offer letter. I'm still trying not to be too optimistic... well, and I'm too tired to have a full emotional reaction, but really this is wonderful news.
I had a wonderful convention. As far as I can tell so did many others and this makes me very happy. There were of course too many wonderful people there to get in a decent visit with all of them, so I focused on the special opportunities that this year offered, which meant that I mostly hung out with Steven Brust, Lorraine Garland and her friend Judy Wurl, Emma Bull and Will Shetterly, John Scalzi, Patrick Nielsen Hayden and Fred Levy Haskell. This was facilitated by the fact that they often hung out at the bar when not on panels, so it was easy to stop by for a few minutes before my phone rang again...
I also made it a priority to soak in as much of the music as I could, attending the concert Friday night (which was just as fabulous as I'd hoped!), the late-night smoking music program Friday after the reception, the minn-stf music party Saturday, and the late-night smoking music program Saturday night (and the dead dog party, which turned into a music party). I was particularly pleased that my phone didn't ring (or rather, vibrate) at all while I was at the minn-stf party. I hope nobody thought it was too obnoxious of me to walk in and plunk myself down on the floor in the middle of the circle, as I absolutely adored being there.
Saturday evening was one of the few times I went offsite, for a really nice quiet dinner of Thai food with Bill and Laura (
the_leewit). My main regret was that I didn't find the right moment for a substantial visit with Aimee and Joe and the baby, or with Emily and the rest of that crowd. It was always nice to see them but we didn't really get to talk. Also I was hoping to spend more time on Saturday night with Bill, but after dinner I crashed for a nap (that was nice, he hung out and rubbed my tired legs and chatted with Laura while I slept) and then I wanted to make a circuit of the con before hitting the scotch tasting and he went looking for the scotch tasting and didn't find it (it was moving around) and we lost each other. After a while of looking for him I learned he had decided to go to bed (I went on to stay up until 5 or so). That was the main moment at which I wished that we hadn't loaned Bill's cell phone to my head of Ops for the weekend.My phone did ring (or vibrate, you know what I mean) fairly regularly, but all of the concom and staff did a fabulous job and every issue that came up was resolved with a few small exceptions that weren't worth stressing over. The hotel people were splendid as usual, uber-volunteer Matt Fanny was terrific as usual, Krysta did a wonderful job as programming head and hotel liaison, Chuck gave me ample hugs, and Geri Sullivan was a marvelous presence throughout the weekend, especially as re: the one-hour one-shot but also because her enjoyment of people and the con was of the same pitch and melody as mine, and so we riffed off of one another in joy.
Though I didn't spend much time with him, Bill was his usual supportive self before and during the con and especially Sunday evening when he helped with pack out and ordered me to sit in the bar and eat with the loving, understanding smile that hits a special spot in my heart.
I'm really looking forward to spending the weekend with him at the end of this week. A normal, regular weekend, with no working or conrunning. Just a little basement remodeling.
And as for right now, I'm heading for a nap.
Thank you all for a most wonderful con.
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No, thank *you* (and all of the concom, staff, and volunteers as well) for a most wonderful con! I think it came off splendidly, and I had a blast. :) The hotel staff were wonderful, the hotel itself was wonderful, and though I wish I'd attended more panels, the ones I did make I was very happy with.
Here's to a much-deserved rest for the conchair!
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p.s. What, no swimming?
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As for swimming, the only time I hit the pool was Thursday night after the concom/GoH dinner when a bunch of us went to the hot tub and I did about a lap in the pool. Very early Sunday morning right before I went to bed I hit the hot tub for about 20 minutes but that was just sitting and relaxing and chatting with folks, no pool games or anything.
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How could I forget when two of your bathing suits were in the hottub at the same time including the cool blue bikini.
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Wonderful to meet you this last weekend, Anne. You did a fine job and should be proud.
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Your guitar is taking an overnight break on the east side of Buffalo, and will continue on to Wales tomorrow. I'm looking forward to the next time I see it in your hands (and out of its case, being played).
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I also feel really dumb for not knowing that you quit your job at the Caravan Shop and not knowing that you interviewed with Soartech. I'm a little confused as to why I missed seeing those entries before! (They happened when my cable was out.) I am excited that they're going to be offering you a job and I hope everything works out and that you will be happy there. :)
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In my less than humble opinion, plunking yourself down in the middle of the music circle floor was exactly right for the party as well as for you. The time, place, and your mood all helped make it so, though I think it's likely to be equally appropriate at various times in the future. It's obnoxious when the plunker is an energy vampire, sucking the music and creativity rather than soaking in it. When the plunker shows welcome, informed appreciation, it adds to the energy of the circle, and the whole party, too. And when the listener glows like you do, it's even better.
ConFusion is a delight. Please pass my thanks on to everyone who helps make it so!
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Don't mind as I add you to my friends list!