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Do you enjoy waiting for things? What about getting lost and having sketchy cell phone reception? Who doesn't enjoy those things! Then I bet you'll be sorry you didn't go to Dragon con and Decatur book Festival with me and m_stiefvater.
Among things I waited for:
-- a flight delayed by an hour. It would have been 90 minutes except I was the second-to-last standby passenger allowed on the 10:30 flight.
-- a lunch that turned into a dinner because we waited so long.
-- a lunch that Maggie never got to eat because for some reason it took half an hour to give us a sandwich.
-- Jackson to pick me up for dinner on Friday. My hotel clock was fast so I came down to the lobby 15 minutes early. Then Jackson was almost a half-hour late stuck in traffic.
-- Jackson to pick us up for lunch on Sunday. (The lunch that turned into a dinner.) We tried to entertain ourselves by walking around Atlanta but there is nothing there except parking garages.
I won't even get into getting lost portion. Let's just say I was this close to being abandoned in Decatur while everyone thought I was out with someone else.
Despite that, I did enjoy the weekend. I got to meet an astonishing amount of authors, including David Leviathan, who sat next to me at Maggie's panel and gave me some gum. I only accepted the gum so I could tell everyone David Leviathan gave me gum. ;) Actually, I'm kidding, I had some weird Chipotle breath. And if you are going to meet impressive publishing people, it's good to meet them in a setting where everyone is sweaty. Sweat being a wonderful equalizer.
Jackson took us to a very funny improv comedy show where everyone in the cast looked sort of like a more famous comedian. I'm not kidding, I no longer remember who I had matched everyone up with, but pretty much everyone in the show resembled someone from Saturday Night Live or Mr. Show.
I had drinks with Tenners Lindsey Leavitt, Rachel Hawkins, and Irene Latham. Lindsay is pregnant and adorable; just saying. And we had the usual good conversation that occurs when writers meet.
Although the best conversation occurs when you are trying to go to sleep. Maggie and I had deep thoughts on Friday night until 2:30 AM. The next evening we were both asleep by 11 and zonked out for 9 and 10 hours. Because Dragoncon is an exhausting place. I was a little sad because 10 years ago I would have been so excited to be at Dragoncon. I felt a little old because I was in bed and not that interested. On the other hand, my life is much more exciting and full of kindred spirits then it was 10 years ago, so perhaps I no longer have such a need for the intense social atmosphere of a convention.
All in all, still a fun weekend.
Among things I waited for:
-- a flight delayed by an hour. It would have been 90 minutes except I was the second-to-last standby passenger allowed on the 10:30 flight.
-- a lunch that turned into a dinner because we waited so long.
-- a lunch that Maggie never got to eat because for some reason it took half an hour to give us a sandwich.
-- Jackson to pick me up for dinner on Friday. My hotel clock was fast so I came down to the lobby 15 minutes early. Then Jackson was almost a half-hour late stuck in traffic.
-- Jackson to pick us up for lunch on Sunday. (The lunch that turned into a dinner.) We tried to entertain ourselves by walking around Atlanta but there is nothing there except parking garages.
I won't even get into getting lost portion. Let's just say I was this close to being abandoned in Decatur while everyone thought I was out with someone else.
Despite that, I did enjoy the weekend. I got to meet an astonishing amount of authors, including David Leviathan, who sat next to me at Maggie's panel and gave me some gum. I only accepted the gum so I could tell everyone David Leviathan gave me gum. ;) Actually, I'm kidding, I had some weird Chipotle breath. And if you are going to meet impressive publishing people, it's good to meet them in a setting where everyone is sweaty. Sweat being a wonderful equalizer.
Jackson took us to a very funny improv comedy show where everyone in the cast looked sort of like a more famous comedian. I'm not kidding, I no longer remember who I had matched everyone up with, but pretty much everyone in the show resembled someone from Saturday Night Live or Mr. Show.
I had drinks with Tenners Lindsey Leavitt, Rachel Hawkins, and Irene Latham. Lindsay is pregnant and adorable; just saying. And we had the usual good conversation that occurs when writers meet.
Although the best conversation occurs when you are trying to go to sleep. Maggie and I had deep thoughts on Friday night until 2:30 AM. The next evening we were both asleep by 11 and zonked out for 9 and 10 hours. Because Dragoncon is an exhausting place. I was a little sad because 10 years ago I would have been so excited to be at Dragoncon. I felt a little old because I was in bed and not that interested. On the other hand, my life is much more exciting and full of kindred spirits then it was 10 years ago, so perhaps I no longer have such a need for the intense social atmosphere of a convention.
All in all, still a fun weekend.