Escapade and Hotel hunts
I've had the most interesting day! Our first venue pulled out all the stops--and it could potentially work pretty well, even if it is on the LAX airport hotel strip. Good function space, people who clearly want our business, and would work to help make the convention a success. It's possible even the "consuite" issue could be handled adjacent to function space!
The second (LAX) hotel, I had flashbacks. (Never having used psychedelics, I can't say for sure, but...) I walked in to the lobby. I looked left across this grand, open space. I saw the escalators, and the bar adjacent. And suddently little ghosts of Star Wars cosplay people were filling those escalators, and I was sitting in *that very chair* with Melis sipping back my fifth neat whiskey. She, meanwhile, was getting giggly on two Kahlua and creams. *g* Back then she was the lightweight and I was the heavyweight, but oh, how times change. M smoked her Cloves and I smoked my--whatever I smoked back then. We laughed. She made snorty sounds. There were at least six people in our hotel room--in the bed, on the floor, some of them out all night....
All that lovely flashback came in the space of a few seconds, and I felt such pleasure at the memory, I wanted to create more, better con memories again.
I think we might be headed toward a revival of our events management company. I think that would be seriously cool.
It doesn't hurt that the hotels treat us well when we're on site visits: we're put up in a nice room, they've generally fed us, and it's good to get away from the workaday rat race.
Better yet, at the end of this process we'll have a con hotel and we'll have a better idea about whether we want to start running fan conventions again. Neato.
cross-posted from dreamwidth. http://charlottechill.dreamwidth.org/23588.html#comments
The second (LAX) hotel, I had flashbacks. (Never having used psychedelics, I can't say for sure, but...) I walked in to the lobby. I looked left across this grand, open space. I saw the escalators, and the bar adjacent. And suddently little ghosts of Star Wars cosplay people were filling those escalators, and I was sitting in *that very chair* with Melis sipping back my fifth neat whiskey. She, meanwhile, was getting giggly on two Kahlua and creams. *g* Back then she was the lightweight and I was the heavyweight, but oh, how times change. M smoked her Cloves and I smoked my--whatever I smoked back then. We laughed. She made snorty sounds. There were at least six people in our hotel room--in the bed, on the floor, some of them out all night....
All that lovely flashback came in the space of a few seconds, and I felt such pleasure at the memory, I wanted to create more, better con memories again.
I think we might be headed toward a revival of our events management company. I think that would be seriously cool.
It doesn't hurt that the hotels treat us well when we're on site visits: we're put up in a nice room, they've generally fed us, and it's good to get away from the workaday rat race.
Better yet, at the end of this process we'll have a con hotel and we'll have a better idea about whether we want to start running fan conventions again. Neato.
cross-posted from dreamwidth. http://charlottechill.dreamwidth.org/23588.html#comments