So. Back to the grindstone or some such.
Friday was a nice break from the ordinary. After lunch at takaza at Dakota Grill (love their fish and chips!), I went over to Trinoc*con and wandered around a bit. I suppose that since I’m in the con business I shouldn’t be quite so critical but wow – if a con I was associated with was ever that disorganized on a Friday afternoon I’d go insane. Rooms that are supposed to be open hours earlier were not open. No idea when Registration opened on their website, let alone a schedule of when stuff opened and closed (OK, they had a programming schedule up there, that was good). In general, just not a lot going on. I’ve gotten used to cons that kick off around noon on Friday, I guess.
Anyway, I bought a one-day pass (because ghosting offends my sensibilities as well) and wandered around a bit. I was unsure about dropping off MFF flyers until I got a look at their freebies table – flyers for cons all over the country, including the CECE at the repulsive Ramada O’Hare. I was delighted to find a flyer for the Chicago in 08 Bid, not just because I saw some familiar names on the committee, but because they were kind enough to list Midwest FurFest in their list of annual cons in Chicago (the fact that Uncle Vlad is on the committee might have something to do with that). Finally, when the dealers room opened I stopped by to see Ursula and James and bought a couple of prints. Then it was time to head home.
Saturday and Sunday were spent in the company of my parents, my sister, my nephews, and an old family friend who I hadn’t seen in years. It was extremely pleasant, and it made me quite happy that our friend gave Dan her stamp of approval 🙂 The weekend was low-key, and we got in some nice swimming in my parents’ pool (thanks for the quite time Sunday morning, guys! It was much appreciated).
Today has been busy – had lunch with Dan at Lubrano’s (yummy cheese steak sandwich!), then took care of some laundry at home, dispatched the latest round of MFF registration confirmation postcards, and fired off another shotgun blast of resumes around the country. Also got a nice call from a recruiter with a possibility in Gastonia, NC, near Charlotte. Not my first choice of locations, but a job is a job. We’ll see if anything comes of that.
Ahh Gastonia. That’s where I got trapped on my AC 2003 trip. I had a full tank of gas in Atlanta and, in my hurry to run off at 10pm to drive all night, I forgot my wallet at home. I didn’t notice until I was almost out of gas.
This meant I had no means to buy anything and no means to stop and spend the night. I had my cell phone, though, so I called up my dear Rasslor who saved me that night. He called in a hotel room for me. 🙂 The next day, Santyth was going up to AC 2003 himself, so he brought my wallet by.
I think I deserved that in some strange cosmic way.
Anyway, if you did get to Gastonia, know that we’d only be a tankful of gas away. 😉
Gastonia ain’t all that bad…’sides, Brophey and Rasslor(ler?)would also have a “fail safe” half-way in between. We so enjoyed your visit this last weekend and, you are right, Pat did, indeed, give
Dan a true Thumbs Up. The boys (devils that they are – Tim inherited your youthful gift of gab – Ruth hopes she will survive it – I may not)were really delighted with all the goodies you brought down. However, I may be driven to pop all three punchy balloons if they don’t get the message that they truly are OUTDOOR toys. Was there an ulterior motive there? I’ve always threatened drum sets for Christmas, but only because I could get in my car and drive away.