On the eating habits of authors
Thanks, MTA, for doing track work on the Q yet again, which is why I just got home 15 minutes ago. Lame.
Full con report to come later, I'm also keeping a written journal which I may scan in for amusement. I find it strangely fun to take notes during the panels I go to; it also helps for remembering things, which is what the process is intended for.
While I'm still on a buzz, an amusing story from tonight:
Ian was going to dinner with some of his podcasting friends and he convinced me to stick around. They were trying to figure out what to eat; this being the 34th Street area, I found the choices rather lacking and mentioned Village Yokocho, being in the mood for creamed crab croquettes. Ian liked this idea and convinced everyone else we should go there.
We got on the subway and headed to Astor Place (it's actually more complicated than this but I'm simplifying it for time and interest). We're walking down 8th and ready to cross 3rd Avenue when I spot someone in a short leather jacket, with wild black hair and a prominent nose. I only get a brief glimpse of the face, so I'm not entirely sure if I saw what I think I saw, but I start walking a bit faster, trying to catch up so I can hopefully catch another glimpse of their face. The leather jacket also happens to be walking down 3rd, then they turn at Stuyvesant Street, then they stop right in front of Village Yokocho and check something on their phone, then walk in. I go right up into the restaurant and I go looking for the host/hostess so I can find out how long the wait is, and I finally get a good look...
And yes, it was Neil Gaiman.
I move back and tell the person (Brian, one of Ian's guys) behind me, "Dude, it's Neil Gaiman," but he doesn't believe me so he goes to take a look. Then finally, someone else waiting for a table recognizes him and actually talks to him, and I finally say something like, "Sorry, it's like you can't escape us (and I'm not with these people)" and he's all polite because he's Neil. I don't say anything further. Eventually I find out our wait's going to be crazy because there's a lot of us, so we decide to go to Sharaku instead, and before we step out I just say to Neil, "Bye bye, thank you so much... oh! I ran into Paul Cornell earlier today."
And Neil's like, "Oh, I hope I run into him, we're supposed to be having dinner."
So double awesome. (Yes, I did run into Paul Cornell at the con, bumped into him in the Exhibition Hall. Not as random, but fun for me anyway.)
Full con report to come later, I'm also keeping a written journal which I may scan in for amusement. I find it strangely fun to take notes during the panels I go to; it also helps for remembering things, which is what the process is intended for.
While I'm still on a buzz, an amusing story from tonight:
Ian was going to dinner with some of his podcasting friends and he convinced me to stick around. They were trying to figure out what to eat; this being the 34th Street area, I found the choices rather lacking and mentioned Village Yokocho, being in the mood for creamed crab croquettes. Ian liked this idea and convinced everyone else we should go there.
We got on the subway and headed to Astor Place (it's actually more complicated than this but I'm simplifying it for time and interest). We're walking down 8th and ready to cross 3rd Avenue when I spot someone in a short leather jacket, with wild black hair and a prominent nose. I only get a brief glimpse of the face, so I'm not entirely sure if I saw what I think I saw, but I start walking a bit faster, trying to catch up so I can hopefully catch another glimpse of their face. The leather jacket also happens to be walking down 3rd, then they turn at Stuyvesant Street, then they stop right in front of Village Yokocho and check something on their phone, then walk in. I go right up into the restaurant and I go looking for the host/hostess so I can find out how long the wait is, and I finally get a good look...
And yes, it was Neil Gaiman.
I move back and tell the person (Brian, one of Ian's guys) behind me, "Dude, it's Neil Gaiman," but he doesn't believe me so he goes to take a look. Then finally, someone else waiting for a table recognizes him and actually talks to him, and I finally say something like, "Sorry, it's like you can't escape us (and I'm not with these people)" and he's all polite because he's Neil. I don't say anything further. Eventually I find out our wait's going to be crazy because there's a lot of us, so we decide to go to Sharaku instead, and before we step out I just say to Neil, "Bye bye, thank you so much... oh! I ran into Paul Cornell earlier today."
And Neil's like, "Oh, I hope I run into him, we're supposed to be having dinner."
So double awesome. (Yes, I did run into Paul Cornell at the con, bumped into him in the Exhibition Hall. Not as random, but fun for me anyway.)