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Corrections: Lynn wanted to try the tea on the train because she's always heard English tea is so very good.
Cadbury was a Quaker, not a Papist. (I knew Papist didn't sound right...)
Thursday night: When I went to The Goat, as soon as I walked in the door someone recognized me from being on the TV. He hadn't heard anything I'd said, the sound was turned off, but I was still wearing the ears of course, and also still had my long red "Pan-Galactic Publishing" coat on. I also talked to another gent who'd gone down to the convention for the day, and I urged him to make time to return on Saturday or Sunday night for the Masquerade or Hugos.
People I saw and photographed Thursday night included: Evelyn Baker, Covert Beach, Anders Bergheden, Sonya Bleakley, Kent Bloom, Scott Bobo, Elaine Brennan, David Cake, Sandra Childress (galtine1), David W. Clark, David Evans, Darrel L. Exline, jan howard finder (the wombat), Paul Hamilton, Colin Harvey, Martin Heitlager, Martin Hoare, John-Henri Holmberg, Karen Jordan, Pete Jordan, Nicola Kirk, Karin Lundwall, Michael McConnell ("Mr. Shirt"), Christian McGuire, Craig Miller, Timothy Miller, Mary Morman, Paul Nicholson, Erik V. Olson, Kathi Overton, Carole Parker, Kevin Roche, Diane Rosenburg, Linda Ross-Mansfield, Ann Marie Rudolph, Dave Sorgen, Marah Searle-Kovacevic (marahsk), Amy Sisson, Frances Sorgen, Ben Squirrell, Sally Turcato, Lennart Uhlin, Michael J. Walsh, Lynn Whitaker, Ben Yalow, Kaisa Ykspetäjä, Tero Ykspetäjä, flick, and Si.
I'd met Sonya Bleakley at Balticon, she's a young fan who's declared an intention to chair Balticon in four years. She's worked a number of positions already, including much staffing of Registration. I advised her to run Registration one year, and to work in Program Ops to get a feel for how that runs, and wished her the best of luck.
galtine1 was wearing a blue can-can saloon girl outfit, so I got a picture of her on Kent Bloom's lap at the Colorado in 2008 party. They have a theme of gnomes riding flying buffalos. I guess that gives them the excuse of serving buffalo wings at their parties? And they can pick up garden gnomes here as well as back in the states.
Karin Lundwall, Anders Bergheden, and Lennart Uhlin invited me to the Swedish party in the Oban room on Saturday night. I gave Karin a stack of "Silly Ribbon" ribbons to hand out, to join the fun.
flick was smoking up a storm, and looked tired. (That is, she was tipsy.) She insisted on posing with her seamed fishnet stockings for a "Cheesecake" ribbon; I gave her a "Ribbon Slut" ribbon too.
Sally Turcato agreed to play with ribbons, and has the "It's not a fetish, it's an interest" ribbons.
I met up with Tal Hilevitz, who told me she's being very selective in handing out "Pretty Boy" ribbons. She's mostly using them as an opening gambit in chatting up the cute guys.
David Cake from Australia is handing out "Evil Smof." Martin Hoare (UK) is handing out the "Good Smof" ribbons.
Lynn Whitaker insists that she's a "real Glaswegian." I'm not entirely sure what she was driving at. She wanted me to promise to come to the Tolkien convention next weekend in Birmingham. I begged off, telling her I'd be in Cheshire...
Diane Rosenburg invited me to join her Saturday or Sunday night in her non-smoking room for a non-smoking party -- she said she'd just round people up and take them upstairs, she'd already bought party supplies. She's not on the party floor, so it would be an unofficial closed party. The Hilton's 3rd level is a bunch of big and small meeting rooms and ballrooms, and it's been designated the party floor -- there are about ten rooms, so there's space for 10 parties a night. Most parties are just one night, so you've got to catch them while you can. And you should get there early, because the smoke fills up. (More about that re: the Saturday night parties.)
At the end of Thursday night, I was downstairs looking for some less-smoky air to meet people in. I ended up talking to a pack of Scots: Pete Jordan, Nicola Kirk, Paul Hamilton, Si (no last name provided), Ben Squirrell, Paul Nicholson. They were non-members who happened to be staying in the hotel, and some of them were sporting a number of party stickers on their shirts. Either Si or Paul Hamilton said he'd seen me on television that night too, and we talked about what you would and wouldn't expect to find at the convention. And I was told Ewan MacGregor, the actor, was in town. Not sure whether to believe that, though.
On the taxi ride home, the cab driver and I talked about the weather. He suggested I try Fraser's in Argyle Street (in central Glasgow) to find a new umbrella -- I want another ten-spoke umbrella, the one my mother bought me in Germany twenty years ago is about due to be retired. It hasn't broken entirely, but one of the spokes is slightly bent and it doesn't close right anymore.
And my red canvas field coat had so much smoke caught up in it that when I got in, I stuffed it in the laundry bag and resolved that it was going to the cleaners, and that I wouldn't party hop in it. You can check coats at the SECC and at the Hilton for a pound, and I think it's probably worth having the coat for going to and from!