Today was Wednesday of Sasquan, Worldcon 2015. I got to the airport around 9, spent half an hour going through security, ate breakfast at a Chili Too place, then decided to bravely volunteer to check my suitcase. Then I chatted with random other Worldcon attendees and smiled at a cute, sweet 3 month old on the plane. Whee!
Once I was there, my friend met me at the baggage carousel and her chauffeurs (parents) kindly took both of us to my hotel where I waited in line more and got to check in eventually.
After that we got a tour from another con attendee showing us how to get from my hotel to the main convention center. It was really unpleasantly hot and a little bit hazy then, around 12:45 PM.
At the con Registration, I waited in line for another 45 minutes to get my badge. Then we set out to visit the third con venue and maybe get some lunch. I also decided I needed better shoe inserts so we put a drugstore on our path. Along the way I started feeling pretty woozy– even faint. It was weird. By the time I got my new insoles we managed to realize the place we were heading for food was closed so we trudged back the way we came and decided to check out the Consuite that was opening at 3 PM. So we got back to the con hotel and I was barely mobile or upright. We went to the 15th floor where the consuite was… where we waited in line until 3:30 because the hot dogs weren’t ready or something.
After scarfing down some sandwich meat and bread, we felt better! We were going to explore the panel locations but then we wandered into the dealer’s room where I eventually lived vicariously through my friend trying on half a dozen corsets and skirts Eventually she bought two of each. It was fun! And then it was after six and we needed dinner so we decided to go try out my hotel restaurant and then head to the party venue to check out the Worldcon 2019 bid parties.
So… we went to the shuttle stop (because walking had been such a disaster before for me). On our way there we discovered that the sky was no longer a little ‘hazy’. The sky was orange as if the world had been tinted through sunscreen windows. And the sun itself was crimson like a beating heart. Because the Spokane area is full of fires.
At the shuttle stop we waited for about thirty minutes. It was kind of fun watching con-people wander by. At one point, an older fellow with a twinkle in his eye bent down to where I was sitting beside the stop and pressed a penny into my hand. “Get a job! But don’t change your hair.” The penny was a 2015 one and I’d never seen one side of it before. Coins keep changing, people, it’s weird.
Anyhow, I giggled at this and it kind of made the wait worth the time.
Finally we got the shuttle, went to my hotel and had a dinner of rather odd wraps and excellent fries, for not too much money. And then we took another shuttle to the amazing Historic Davenport hotel where we pretended to belong to furniture like they have in the lobby and then toured the various bid parties, trying food and drinking drinks. I have to say while I sort of loyally favor Helsinki, they had the most crowded and disorganized party and the least appetizing food. The straight-up best organized and presented party was DC. Japan was charming, with weird Japanese snack food and lots of local alcohol and pretty Japanese boys handing it to me (what can I say I’m a pig). And Montreal’s bid party had a really great ambiance and food that looked good (but by then I was done).
At one point I saw a guy wearing a sign that said, “Looking for Interactive Fiction Writers” and I chased him down, recognized his name from Choice of Games and introduced myself to him with, “I wrote part of a game for you once.” And he recognized my name and we chatted a bit before I moved on. Honestly I would have been happy to chat more except I was tired and on a mission so maybe I’ll run into him again.
And now I am back in my boring hotel room soaking my feet. 13600 steps today.