Fun in the City
I had a great time getting out of the house where I've been semi-quarantined this past week. In light of petrea_mitchell's concerns, I should point out that it has been at least seven days since my first symptoms and more than two days after I stopped running a fever, so I felt fairly confident that I'm no longer contagious. I will probably be coughing for weeks, given how colds and the like take up residence in my lungs and induce chronic bronchitis.
Anyway, I was happy to get up to the City, meeting friends for dinner before the SF in SF reading (and having a good, filling, and remarkably affordable meal at Henry's Hunan), the reading itself, and then going on to the Marriott for after-meeting drinks in The View. I hadn't been in the Marriott for several years -- they've remodeled the lobby and got rid of the water sculpture that I'd always thought of the lobby's centerpiece. (If we'd actually been able to hold a Worldcon there, I anticipated lots of people saying, "Meet me at the water sculpture" before heading out to dinner.) Drinks in The View are overpriced, of course ($6 for a small glass of Diet Pepsi), but you're paying for the view.
Enjoying the conversations so much, I nearly missed the fact that it was past 11:30 and those of us with BART trains to catch needed to get a move on. I caught the 11:49 out of Powell Street, which is cutting it closer than I would have liked, although I think there's at least two more trains after that at that hour from that station that could still get me back to Fremont. As it was, I didn't get to bed until around 1:30 or closer to 2, and I was in no hurry to get up today. Indeed, I'd easily have slept all day, except I do have a few errands that need doing this weekend -- some grocery shopping, and also I need to go get the oil changed in my van. I should have done it last week, but I was obviously limiting my public exposure. (And you hardly need an oil change if the vehicle isn't turning a wheel.)
Anyway, I was happy to get up to the City, meeting friends for dinner before the SF in SF reading (and having a good, filling, and remarkably affordable meal at Henry's Hunan), the reading itself, and then going on to the Marriott for after-meeting drinks in The View. I hadn't been in the Marriott for several years -- they've remodeled the lobby and got rid of the water sculpture that I'd always thought of the lobby's centerpiece. (If we'd actually been able to hold a Worldcon there, I anticipated lots of people saying, "Meet me at the water sculpture" before heading out to dinner.) Drinks in The View are overpriced, of course ($6 for a small glass of Diet Pepsi), but you're paying for the view.
Enjoying the conversations so much, I nearly missed the fact that it was past 11:30 and those of us with BART trains to catch needed to get a move on. I caught the 11:49 out of Powell Street, which is cutting it closer than I would have liked, although I think there's at least two more trains after that at that hour from that station that could still get me back to Fremont. As it was, I didn't get to bed until around 1:30 or closer to 2, and I was in no hurry to get up today. Indeed, I'd easily have slept all day, except I do have a few errands that need doing this weekend -- some grocery shopping, and also I need to go get the oil changed in my van. I should have done it last week, but I was obviously limiting my public exposure. (And you hardly need an oil change if the vehicle isn't turning a wheel.)