Fourth Street, I done it
Jun. 23rd, 2008 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydyThere's a fiddly bit of hotel bill to settle (the charges I got at the front desk this morning don't match the charges in the online bank statement), but other than that, it's done! It was a great convention, by all accounts. I spent too much time being glazed and worried, more time than was really required. It ran extremely smoothly. My department heads were great. Registration, which was Beth Friedman, ran like clockwork. Parties, by Martin Schafer, were great. There was enough beer. Mark Richards did a good job with Dealers. Steven Brust did a rocking job as Programming. And Elise Mattheson, Davey Snyder, Ishmael Williams, and Jules Mohr saved my ass in Hotel.
I even got a secret admirer. Someone left me a note complimenting my essay "Fourth Street Considered as a Whole Pomegranate" and left me some body lotion that was pomegranate scented. I've never had a secret admirer before, and I'm thrilled.
I gather from comments that I looked disturbingly glazed all weekend. Partly it was the stress of nothing going wrong, but partly it's just the drugs that I'm on. They keep me too flat, I think. There was music on Thursday night (thank you, Karen Cooper), and Friday and Saturday nights that I attended, and the music was wonderful. I noted, however, that I missed the transports of joy that music that good should engender. I didn't stay for the Sunday night music very late, I was tired and felt more like listening to people talk.
Because I kept on thinking of little things to do, I didn't sit through many whole panels. But the parts of ones that I was at were good. And the panels got great reviews. Which makes me grin.
So I'm done. And I don't even have to do it next year. Elise is going to take it on and be chair. So next year I can sit through all the panels I want. That'll be cool. I may end up doing something small and fiddly like Treasurer, but even that could change. I'm terribly proud of the job I've done, and I want to thank everyone who came and made it such a stellar convention.
I even got a secret admirer. Someone left me a note complimenting my essay "Fourth Street Considered as a Whole Pomegranate" and left me some body lotion that was pomegranate scented. I've never had a secret admirer before, and I'm thrilled.
I gather from comments that I looked disturbingly glazed all weekend. Partly it was the stress of nothing going wrong, but partly it's just the drugs that I'm on. They keep me too flat, I think. There was music on Thursday night (thank you, Karen Cooper), and Friday and Saturday nights that I attended, and the music was wonderful. I noted, however, that I missed the transports of joy that music that good should engender. I didn't stay for the Sunday night music very late, I was tired and felt more like listening to people talk.
Because I kept on thinking of little things to do, I didn't sit through many whole panels. But the parts of ones that I was at were good. And the panels got great reviews. Which makes me grin.
So I'm done. And I don't even have to do it next year. Elise is going to take it on and be chair. So next year I can sit through all the panels I want. That'll be cool. I may end up doing something small and fiddly like Treasurer, but even that could change. I'm terribly proud of the job I've done, and I want to thank everyone who came and made it such a stellar convention.
