So, now we pick up with Saturday morning.
I was doing pretty good on Saturday – I didn’t find myself standing in the shower with that feeling of dread, “I have to do this again?” I wandered down to grab some breakfast and ran into Tsuki in Tre Cena, the hotel restaurant. We had a nice chat, and the hotel manager stopped by our table to check and see that everything was running well for the convention (I guess there are times that having a “Board Member” ribbon on my badge is good for something 🙂 We had a pleasant discussion, and before he left, he instructed our waiter to comp our meal. Score!
Now that Registration was moved downstairs and everything was neatly (?) tucked away in the coat closet, setup was relatively painless. It was even more painless because I had folks there like ramamlion and rasslor and the ever-capable Tsuki to help. I humbly admit all I did was a lot of general organizing and management this year – most of the crawling around under tables and hooking up wires and arranging equipment and paperwork was done by these fine gentlemen.
Once we got everything set up, we were able to swing into the Saturday/Sunday relaxation mode, whereby a person comes by to register every so often, but a lot of the time is spent just watching people go by and chatting with friends. It’s days like these that remind me why I really do enjoy working Registration. DaveQat showed up a little early for his tour of duty in the morning, and that left me time to go up and start preparing for the Sponsor Brunch. Now, in the past we’ve had some OK menus – there was 2002’s regrettable glorified deli buffet, and last year’s much-improved “Heartland” buffet. This year we decided to spring for a couple of bucks extra per head and go for the “Regency Brunch” and I am so glad we did.
The spread was fantastic, the omelet station great, the desserts looked tasty, and the general variety of food was fabulous. I’d have to say this menu was one of our best decisions this year. The hotel staff was extremely helpful and supplied me with a podium so I could play maitre’d, taking sponsor’s coupons as they went into the brunch. We had a pretty good turnout – 78% of the sponsors showed up, a good bit more than expected. We filled the empty seats with hungry staff members, and things worked out exactly right. I was able to slide in at the end of the brunch and get food for myself, and I can verify it was delicious! (Incidentally, Aeto – I checked and while they are willing to provide sodas, it would be on an “as-consumed” basis, with the hotel charging the con $2.75 per bottle. Um, maybe we’ll just stick with iced tea and water?)
We wrapped up Registration at 5 PM, and I spent some time wandering around. I was checking out the Art Show at around 6:30 PM when the fire alarm went off. Now, you’ve probably read about this in various places, but I can tell you something that really impressed me that most people didn’t hear: the traffic on the staff radio channel was amazing. Linnaeus (our hotel liaison) did an outstanding job of relaying information from the hotel as soon as he heard it, and all of the staff acted calmly and professionally to get the attendees out of the building in a safe and orderly manner. Once everyone was out, the departments sounded off to assure everyone that they were safe. It was an extraordinary thing to hear, and a nice reminder that MFF is blessed with an extremely competent staff. Incidentally, the fire alarm was caused by a faulty sensor in the second floor hallway, and thank heavens was not repeated.
Saturday evening found Takaza and I back up in our room entertaining (as things seemed to happen), with lots of nice folks stopping by to chat (I’m not even going to try to remember everyone – between the tiredness and the Oban, I’m sure I’d forget some people). Funny thing is, even though we entertained every night, I still have about six gallons of beer left. Next time, we need bigger glasses to drink from!
On Sunday I turned over opening Registration to DaveQat and instead attended the Midwest Furry Fandom, Inc. board meeting. Not too much of note there, except to say that Gary Breuckman, aka the esteemed Uncle Puma, is now a member of the Board of Directors. Yay! From there, DaveQat and I alternated a couple of shifts at Registration, enjoying the slower pace and watching people scurry to the Dealers Room for their last-minute purchases. Then it was time to pack up. I’m afraid by Sunday afternoon I was a bit tired and snarly, and trying to get carts laden with boxes and stanchions and whatnot through the main hallway only exacerbated that; I apologize to anyone who I might have been rude to. (As an aside, I think I did not eat nearly often enough during the convention, and that very definitely affected my mood. Maybe a blood sugar thing? Something to remember for future conventions.) Once we got everything stowed I hung around a bit and helped Art Show track down some problem credit cards. After that it was time for Closing Ceremonies.
Closing Ceremonies went well, with us once again reducing the charity representative to tears with a stunning bit of generosity, totaling almost $9,000 – a new record for MFF, and something to be proud of. The audience seemed very appreciative, and it was nice to get some early feedback that everyone had a good time. The Q&A session was remarkably short and surprisingly free of, um, well, stupid questions, as we had a couple of real doozies last year. By far the most amazing one was the last individual who stood up and started off with, “How does everyone like my costume?” (Linnaeus: Let the record show that a very short bit of polite golf-applause followed 🙂 He then complained that the hotel was hard to find, and there was no information on the website. Now, I wasn’t trying to be mean, but quite frankly I couldn’t quite figure this out. I explained to him that I had put the address of the hotel on the website, as well as maps, driving directions, and we even had GPS coordinates on there. What more did he want? (OK, so I wasn’t trying to be mean – it sure was cathartic, though!)
After Closing Ceremonies I hung out in Security a bit, then went up to the room to relax. At 8 PM, word went out that the pizza had arrived, and Takaza and I headed down to Con Suite for sustenance. A small gathering in the room followed, though we kicked everyone out at 11 when Takaza was overcome by a fever and some nasty chills.
On Monday Dan seemed to be feeling better, thank heavens. I took the chains and stanchions back, then we started the long sequence of goodbyes and hugs and room-packing that always follows on Mondays. We followed tradition, though, and celebrated the end of the convention by gathering a small group of folks and heading over to The Curragh for a tasty late lunch. This was followed by the traditional movie screening – this year, it was “The Incredibles”, which was a nice bit of mindless fun. Eventually we wound up back at Linnaeus’ place, catching up with email and reading LiveJournal, and generally relaxing.
Time for me to wrap this up and head out into the rain/snow/ick, but stay tuned for overall con impressions, Registration traffic analysis, and the 2004 Registration Report.
we even had GPS coordinates
God dammit that was funny.
I know I snickered. The guy was completely flumoxxed by the response.
“Do you like my costume?.. that I wore ALL weekend???
Ah yes.. that was Fuhn-nee *laughs* It doesn’t beat last year when one gentleman wanted the hotel to hand out reflective vests to cross the street. Priceless.
Stupid questions
There’s always those. Just when you think you’ve heard the most stupid ones possible, another pops up.
I sounds like you had a good time, despite the hard work of the con. I hope to bump in to you sometime when you are not so busy! There was someone at the con I met who I would have introduced you to, were you not so busy. A wolf named Grex, from Toronto, who brews his own wine. Damn… I thought that that beer making you did took a lot of patience! Take care…
The one that always amazed me was the person at AC in 2003 that wanted Kage to get the hotel to completely rebuild the stairs wells because the steps were too small for feet in fursuits. We always get people wanting us to get the hotel to change out the lights in the Garden Court because it messes with color a bit (they use a light like you would find in a street light). People don’t seem to understand sometimes that we are just one of hundreds of groups that are there every year and think we can actually request something like that.
Kudos to whoever thought of putting snacky food in for the sponsors…that was a nice touch.
“It’s days like these that remind me why I really do enjoy working Registration”
Yep…same here. 🙂
“…we even had GPS coordinates on there.”
Your response to him was pretty funny.
Although… Plonq and I did have trouble finding the hotel. We don’t have a GPS unit, and Golf Rd is a sea of stores, car dealerships and office buildings to those unfamiliar with the area. It *would* be nice to have landmarks (aka – south bound, a block past the Mercedes dealership, nroth bound, a block past the BP station) just in case you can’t find/read the street signs (say, when it’s dark and raining and the blind wife is navigating…) ^.^
That’s an excellent suggestion. I’m not sure how much of a role I’ll have with the website next year, but I’ll definitely pass that along to our new webmaster.
I second that suggestion. I had a lot of difficulty finding the place, though that certainly wasn’t your fault. I had seen your directions, maps, etc. GPS wouldn’t have helped anyway.
The difficulties stem from the very confusing layout of that cramped exit from IL53, the traffic congestion, the number of lanes of traffic on Golf Rd. and finally the fact that the hotel’s signs are completely obscured by shrubbery as you approach from the east until you are already in front of the entrance drive. Not much you could have done about any of that. The hotel could make its presence more visible if it chose to do so. And your directions could say something like “The entrance is on the north side of the road, 150 feet west of the traffic light at [whatever crossroad that is].”
Others who drove in had similar difficulties. One actually called the hotel for directions and was told to get off I90 at Elgin (!) and take IL72. That works, but isn’t very direct.
Also some excellent suggestions, and stuff I admit I hadn’t thought of. That’s something I’ll definitely make some notes about over the next few months, and I’ll work with our webmaster to get some easier directions to follow.
Hey duncan; we left early on sunday and I knew you were plenty busy with the con to bug ya’ there. Might you be able to send me the post-con excel file? My email is RTskox@comcast.net
Thanks in advance!
My teacher had to show me how to use the Text to Columns feature in excel for parsing some of the data >.< I've still got so much to learn….
No problem. I need to sort through the file and get it down to something usable (eliminate the couple of duplicate records, etc.) – I’ll be sure to send you a copy tomorrow or Friday, if that’s OK. If you need it quicker, just let me know.
Nah, friday’s soon enough. Thanks btw – I only used LJ since that’s the quickest way I have of contact for ya’
I need to present the project on tuesday complete.. but since I have another project due monday I’ll be busy with that one on friday anyway >.< I really dislike semester end projects..
I believe that was MIX. Quite the… ah… ahem… winner it seemed. :
I think that my favorite Q&A came from someone last year (I think at MFF) who requested some type of traffic control for crossing the street. “The traffic doesn’t seem to respect us. Isn’t there a way we can handle traffic control?”
I remember thinking to myself, “Yeah, pal. We will build a fucking catwalk, okay?” What ever happened to look both ways? Some people just want WAY TOO much! 🙂
Hey there Duncan, seen your LJ a few times, I’m an aquaintance of ‘s and probably paid you no attention at registration (stopped by Saturday, had purple hair, stood around chatting with Dave and Benji.) As a first-time convention-goer, I was understandably over-whelmed. Nonetheless, sorry about not being more civil, and here’s a belated, “Howdy!”