Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
seanan_mcguire
  • Mood: happy
  • Music: GBS, "The Night Pat Murphy Died."

Australia! In which WorldCon finally ends, and Seanan slinks away to sleep.

Monday morning, I woke up, and I had still won the Campbell. This was...something of a relief, since part of me had been vigorously insisting that I was going to wake up and it was going to have all been a VERY CRUEL DREAM. Because that is the sort of shit my brain thinks is funny. Well, at this point, if it's a very cruel dream, it's been going on for almost two months, and when I wake up, I'm kicking the living shit out of the Sandman.

After dressing, abluting, and giggling a lot, Jeanne and I made our way over to the convention center, where I had been added to the "Disreputable Protagonists" panel. I...didn't have that much to contribute, honestly. Toby is disreputable, but she's disreputable due to very world-specific things, not because she's actually a roguish naif. Ah, well. What I remember of the panel was fun (I had, remember, not slept much for almost a week).

We wandered around the convention a bit. We peered at stuff. And we made our way to my reading, which was governed entirely by consensus. What was I going to read from? Feed. Okay. Which part? The first part. Again, okay. I read the first chapter. And then I gave away books, so I wouldn't have to take them home.

We wandered around a bit more. I gave away more books, including one to Crystal, a very nice lady associated with Arisia in Boston. I ran out of books. We hooked up with what had become the Usual Suspects—Cat, Rob, Liz, Mundy, Mal, and a gentleman whose name I have since forgotten—and took cabs downtown, where we ate Italian food and threw things at each other and made fun of Scotland. Then it was back to the Hilton, where we drank cocktails and talked about many things, and flung cookies at each other, and generally were silly buggers until the time came for sleeping.

That's the end of AussieCon IV. To everyone who made my weekend so amazing, thank you. To everyone who would have done the same if they could have been there, thank you. And to Jeanne and Cat, thank you twice, because you made the weekend magic.

Australia!
Tags: australia makes you die, boozimahol, cat valente, jeanne, post-con, wild adventures
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yellowblackhaze

October 25 2010, 04:53:39 UTC 6 years ago

Seanan, next time you visit our lethal country I recommend a visit to Tasmania, home of the Tasmanian Devil, who while not being the friendliest of critters you'll ever encounter, is nothing like his cartoon counterpart and the Tasmanian Tiger, which isn't a real tiger at all, but has the reputation of being every bit as deadly. They say the last one died in a zoo sometime in the 1930's, but the bush over there is so dense and impenetrable that there could be all manner of previously believed extinct creatures happily living in it.

seanan_mcguire

October 26 2010, 14:43:17 UTC 6 years ago

I really really really wanted to go to Tasmania! And I pray for the thylacine, I truly do. The world needs more things that bizarre.