Friday, October 10, 2008
Recovering from Vancouver

I'm back from V-Con. It was a lot of fun....

I have a few stories to tell about the convention.... but I'll do it later.

While I was up in Canada, I must have somehow offended one of their primitive gods. I know this because I was smote down with a terrible illness.

My illness must have come from some sort of angry god, because within the space of twenty-four hours I went from being a gregarious, energetic scamp, chatting with new friends and mugging for the camera....




(By the way, isn't this my best hair ever?)


...to a shivering, wretched mass who could do nothing but huddle in a nest of blankets, moaning in pain...

Though honestly, the timeline was even tighter than that.

7:00 - I give the keynote speech at V-Con's closing ceremonies. I feel fine, though slightly nervous. I get a few laughs, and nobody throws a brick at me, so I count it as a success.

7:30 - Ceremony ends, and I spend a lovely hour or so chatting with V-Con's lovely Toastmaster and one of the other Guests of Honor: Jaymie Matthews.

8:30 - I go to the dead dog party to mingle, but my heart's not really in it. I'm oddly tired, and Sarah and I leave after about 30 minutes.

9:00 - Sarah and I go to dinner at a nearby pub.

9:15 - Sarah says, "Are you alright? You've got dark circles under your eyes...."

"Were they there when I was giving my Keynote?" I ask.

"No," she says. "They just showed up."

9:30 - I feel really cold, and really tired.

9:45 - We go back to our hotel room, where Sarah tucks me into the aforementioned nest of blankets. I commence being wretched and pitiful.

The fever went away, but since then it feels like my head has been packed with hot cotton and broken glass. It's only through a ridiculous application of painkiller that I functioned well enough to get home to the states.

I'm partially recovered now. But not nearly enough to do any sort of worthwhile post about the con, or to continue my discussion of fanmail. Those will be forthcoming.

Instead, here's a picture of Sarah doing a handstand in the Vancouver airport.





Why is she doing a handstand? Shit. I have no idea. After all these years, I've discovered that it's better not to ask.


pat

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