I was going to post a review yesterday for Bookanista Thursday, but I've had so little sleep the last few days that I couldn't keep my eyes open. Also, I'm a bit flu-ish. Eh, it happens. So today I bring you a picture post, because that's easier to put together than a real post. So it goes like this:
October 25 I get to the hotel, which is like something out of a 1962 Doris Day movie, loaded with roses and separate bungalow-type weirdness (and a main hotel called the Towers...ohhhhh faaaancy) and stink weed (or was it skunk weed? I dunno, something stinky). And I settle into a hotel room with wallpaper straight out of my grandma's house circa 1982 and blue carpet and everything. It was awesome.
Anyway. Changed my stinky airplane clothes, registered for the con, and joined the gang for drinks at Charley's (the gang being a relative term).
On our left: Happy guy Griffin Barber ignoring my camera and the lovely Amber Van Dyk, who for our purposes we will now refer to as Marble.
On our right: Me, who looks airplane stinky, and sweet-pea Nancy Lambert, who does not. We are a happy pair, despite my stink. There were more people there, but I did not get pictures because I'm lame.
After that, several of us went downtown for breakfast. PS, this was the next morning. We took the "trolley" which is quite the misnomer, by.the.way. More like a crowded metro that does not even always stop at the normal stops but in the middle of nowhere. Ok, that was awesome too, frankly. We found this really crooked street that Awesome Blossom Sara McClung pointed to like whoaaaa.
And then Nancy was like, "Did you see that guy? He was all falling down that crooked street and stuff. Like this."
And then we went to this restaurant that served me possibly the worst boiled egg EVER. It was stinky and tasted like chicken poop. But the company was unforgettable and worth the egg.
And then we took a cab back because the trolley was not that awesome. I sat by the charming Jane Kindred and the cabby took the picture just before he almost killed us.
Just kidding. Enchanting LK Gardner-Griffie took the picture. But the cabby did almost kill us. True story. Then Sara and I changed rooms to THE TOWER. We wanted faaaaancy and also not to be in the boondocks.
Met up for soup (I'm the only one who had soup, technically) and took more pictures because that's what you do at conferences. See?
With Lovely Sara and Sweetie Shannon Messenger. Yay! And below: with my precious Holly McDowell, adorable Jessica Corra, and fabulous Brad Beaulieu. Yay us!
And even more Yay! With ever-pleasant Matt Rush.
We did so much fun stuff that night, but I'm keeping mum on that.
The next morning, we ended up getting Starbucks because the concierge guy sent us to a closed Cheesecake Factory.
I will not bore you with the details of our wasted trip to yet another location (convenience store) that was closed, and move on to the evening activities.
At Charleys with Marble, Holly and loverly Marsha Siselak. Love them.
And then we had a drink or two. And then Holly and I exchanged shoes.
And then I met Jared Leto.
Okay. Fine. I'd had a little cider, so he looked probably more like Jared Leto then than now. He also had a really hot girlfriend with him.
So Matt goes: "Who are those beautiful people? Obviously not writers."
Because of course we writers are all ugly. It's the LAW.
Turns out, Jared was a paramedic (go on, tell me a good CPR joke). I didn't, um, ask about the girlfriend. So. Yeah.
(P.S. Anyone know who this is? Phone number, anyone? Anyone?)
From left clockwise: Matt, Jessica, superest Simon Larter, Sara, me, Jane, and LK.
Some stuff happened before that. Mostly meeting up with super cool Andrew Smith who I adore and dude, I met the adorable Victoria Schwab who I want to be. Alas, no pictures on my camera. I have a crap-ton of pictures with a lot of really fab people, though,which you will have to see on Facebook if you must. This post is getting looooong. Sadly, I also somehow neglected to get a picture with uber nice others I spent some time with and adored: Alexia Chamberlynn, Elena Solodow, Stephanie Loree, Elizabeth Briggs and Neil Gaiman. :( Actually, I didn't spend time with Neil--not sure why.
Here is me saying goodbye to San Diego by jumping into the fountain.
If it's not obvious, cons (especially WFC) are really just an excuse to tax deduct your vacation. See you next year in Toronto.