1. Dear everybody, thank you so, so much for respecting my "care and feeding" requests. Some of these, of course, are the sort that are invisible if done correctly - but I especially noticed a lot of you deliberately positioning yourself in my field of vision or making sure I heard you and knew you were there before glomping me. I appreciate the hell out of this. I didn't have one single surprise pounce the entire con, and thus I had a whole bunch of very happy hugs and cuddles and was not twitchy even once, and that really improves my quality of life.
2. You are all awesome and there is no way I can name-check all of you. Especially since I'm sure I didn't even see some of you (I had a "Wait, $PERSON was here?" "Yeah, she was standing right next to me." conversation on Monday). But I enjoyed all of you.
3. Speaking of the care and feeding post, one of my comments there was that I was not going to have sex at the con. This was a fantastic decision, and I will tell you why - but that gets a post of its own, after the recaps.
So Friday! I got to the hotel around 2, which was a good call - not too long a line for checkin. Bumped into hughcasey right away, which was fortunate, as he already knew where reg and program nexus were and was able to guide me. I'm never able to feel settled at a con until I'm fully checked in. Benefits of everyone knowing me: when I got my badge and program participant packet, I was able to get Adam's, Elayna's, and asim's as well. Anything that can reduce my family's stress level is good, especially considering what happened later.
asim was the next to arrive, and he had many tales of woe that I shall leave to him to tell. One tale, however, was medical. Darlings, I was sleeping with Patient Zero. *wince* From then on, I was mostly bouncing around the lobby and mezzanine like a ferret on crack. I'd been exhausted all day, but thankfully getting to the con got my energy back up, as I'd thought it would.
It soon became clear, however, that we had a problem.
I never pack a lunch for work, because I work part-time and just eat when I get home. So I hadn't packed a lunch. I thought about stopping for lunch on the way to the hotel, but didn't want poor sick asim waiting on me (the room was in my name). I looked up Staff Den's hours, determined that they'd be open, and figured I'd eat there.
They had no gluten-free food yet. And Green Room wasn't open.
I hate bananas, but that's what they had that I could eat, so I ferociously devoured bananas. There may have been baleful glares.
It was around this point that I texted Adam and Elayna, who were cabbing over with, among other things, my GF food for the weekend. "ETA?" I asked, 15 minutes before they were scheduled to be there.
"We haven't left yet."
It is worthy of note that Adam and I both had 5:00 panels. This conversation took place at 3:45. Oh dear.
I wandered downstairs, clutching an emergency pear, in need of protein. The text-message conversation continued. "Twenty minutes and five lies later, the cab is here." "We aren't even on the Pike yet." Aaaaagh. I informed trowa_barton that my-husband-his-moderator might not be here for his first panel ever. The panic was mostly fleeting. I wandered for a bit, unable to think about anything but protein, until trowa_barton hunted me down with orders from his lovely wife to haul me up to their room and feed me some string cheese so I could think straight. Bless you, y'all.
Adam and Elayna sped into the hotel at about ten minutes to go time. I got them situated. Then. Panels!
Food Communicating Culture in Literature
How do writers communicate things about their cultures and characters via the food they use? What can you discern about cultures based on if they get their food in pill form, if they are vegetarian/vegan, omnivores, carnivores? How does the anatomy and physiology of your aliens or magical creatures dictate their food requirements? What about the terrain? Does the diversity of food culture—and what it communicates—on Earth get shown in literature? John Bowker, Stephanie Clarkson, Shira Lipkin, Larissa Niec, Trisha Wooldridge (m)
This actually started out as the fiber arts panel, as Larissa and I were alone at the table for a bit, I was wearing my new shawl, and there were crocheters in the front row. Panel idea for next year: "Domestic Arts" in Genre Fiction. We decided this when y'all were not there. In all seriousness, we did have great attendance for a 5pm Friday panel, and Trisha dashed in just in time for panelist introductions. The panel itself was great - we got into a really broad range of food-related topics, including sensuality, communal rituals, the economics of food production and transportation, multiple food cultures within a story, dietary taboos, and class issues. It was a great start to a con, and exactly why I love doing panels - it's not just that I like to talk about this stuff, but I like to talk about this stuff with intelligent and thoughtful people who bring up cool stuff I hadn't considered. Great panel, should run again. Next year, we should bring snacks!
Interstitial Arts: A Discussion
Interstitial art refers to any work whose nature falls between, rather than within, the familiar boundaries of recognized genres, making the work difficult to categorize or describe. This open discussion will be moderated by the co-founder of the Interstitial Arts Foundation, with participation by members of the IAF's Board and Working Group eager to discuss what interstitial art means to our community and how the IAF could better support and encourage interstitial work. Wendy Ellertson, Andrea Hairston, Felice Kuan, Ellen Kushner (m), Shira Lipkin, Geoffrey Long, Larissa Niec, Delia Sherman, Sarah Smith
And everyone else. Like all IAF discussions, this was more a roundtable hanging-out than a formal panel. And again with the great ideas from smart people! I have dance/theater ideas to work out now. Yay. Major props to avivasedai for fetching me coffee during this, because I was about done for if I didn't get some caffeine. Yes, at the very beginning of the con. Yes, I know this spells doom.
The group adjourned upstairs for pizza; cluegirl, aquila_dominus, and I hied ourselves up to Green Room (food now, but not GF food yet) and then to Staff Den, where I got turkey chili nom. Future reference: the turkey chili is the only 'song-safe hot food in Staff Den, moar turkey chili forever please. We then joined the rest of the IAF, where we remained until cluegirl's wonderful reading.
I may have called cluegirl a tease. *koff*
From there, we hit tamidon's Con-Tiki party, which was a fabulous success from what I could tell! I don't think I got to any more parties that night. But I tell you what, that was the one to get to on Friday. :)
Then bed, at a somewhat reasonable hour.