Worldcon: The Good Things
Sep. 8th, 2013 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marinessSo, apart from the panels, the disability issues, getting sick, being woozy for much of the rest of Friday, and much of Saturday, needing long naps Saturday, Sunday, and Monday and having to ask far too many people for help, and now getting blamed for not asking for help and getting told that the lack of a ramp at a disability in science fiction panel was all my fault for not asking for one even though programming was aware that I was in a wheelchair, how was the rest of Worldcon, Mrs. Lincoln?
Not too bad, actually.
I had some wonderful dinners and lunches with various people, too many to list. I had a hilarious moment when SFWA didn't recognize me as a real member which led to an awesome conversation about how reality applies or doesn't apply to science fiction writers. I met, however briefly, a REAL ASTRONAUT (I think we scared her with our enthusiasm and I'm sorry about that, but ASTRONAUT. IN A BAR. WITH ME.) I got to drink with writers and editors during the Hugo awards (we were down at the bar, which I gotta tell you is the place to be during the Hugo awards) and yell in glee when Game of Thrones finally beat out Doctor Who. (That was hilarious.) I got to meet several writers I've never met before; I only wish that so many of those conversations had NOT been about disability issues, and I'm sorry about that. I got some signed books and a wooden puzzle of a cat and a dragon (I couldn't resist) and a fun T-shirt and resisted buying a lot of jewelry and touched the Iron Throne and forgot to take pictures of Daleks. I rolled with the stars (they strolled; I rolled). I attended a couple of parties (not too many this year because I was kinda dizzy and the noise was killing me); saw San Antonio at night from a 38th story window; wandered the Riverwalk with the help of people, took the little Rivertaxi around. I had dinner with an long term friend of mine (I promised us both I wouldn't type "old") who kindly drove down from Houston to see me, which was awesome. I saw some bats. I had wonderful conversations.
And finally, on Monday, with help, I made it to the Alamo. I didn't stay long, but I made it.
My original plan had been to go home Monday, but when I realized that I could save on airfare by going home Tuesday instead, I changed my plans, and I'm so glad I did. Monday turned out to be a decompression, relaxation day (it included a long nap and more time in the bar), where I met some more new friends. That evening was awesome.
So, yeah, good things, bad things. As I told people when I returned, definitely mixed, but I'm going to try to remember the good things.
Not too bad, actually.
I had some wonderful dinners and lunches with various people, too many to list. I had a hilarious moment when SFWA didn't recognize me as a real member which led to an awesome conversation about how reality applies or doesn't apply to science fiction writers. I met, however briefly, a REAL ASTRONAUT (I think we scared her with our enthusiasm and I'm sorry about that, but ASTRONAUT. IN A BAR. WITH ME.) I got to drink with writers and editors during the Hugo awards (we were down at the bar, which I gotta tell you is the place to be during the Hugo awards) and yell in glee when Game of Thrones finally beat out Doctor Who. (That was hilarious.) I got to meet several writers I've never met before; I only wish that so many of those conversations had NOT been about disability issues, and I'm sorry about that. I got some signed books and a wooden puzzle of a cat and a dragon (I couldn't resist) and a fun T-shirt and resisted buying a lot of jewelry and touched the Iron Throne and forgot to take pictures of Daleks. I rolled with the stars (they strolled; I rolled). I attended a couple of parties (not too many this year because I was kinda dizzy and the noise was killing me); saw San Antonio at night from a 38th story window; wandered the Riverwalk with the help of people, took the little Rivertaxi around. I had dinner with an long term friend of mine (I promised us both I wouldn't type "old") who kindly drove down from Houston to see me, which was awesome. I saw some bats. I had wonderful conversations.
And finally, on Monday, with help, I made it to the Alamo. I didn't stay long, but I made it.
My original plan had been to go home Monday, but when I realized that I could save on airfare by going home Tuesday instead, I changed my plans, and I'm so glad I did. Monday turned out to be a decompression, relaxation day (it included a long nap and more time in the bar), where I met some more new friends. That evening was awesome.
So, yeah, good things, bad things. As I told people when I returned, definitely mixed, but I'm going to try to remember the good things.