We can haz tryumf?
May. 9th, 2010 06:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIf you build it, they will come.
And come they did: sixty-ish, give or take, actual paying guests at The Write Fantastic's fifth birthday bash in Oxford, aka our first mini-con.
We had Geoff Ryman. *is touched by tallness*
We had Ian Watson. *not so much, actually*
We had Ben Jeapes, and Mike Shevdon, and Stephen Deas, and ourselves. And people from Solaris, and various other professionals - and still, we had sixty-odd real people too. *is awestruck*
And it all went very well; when the biggest problem is the lack of coffee on site, then you really don't have a problem.
I should probably make a long post, a con report as it were: but I'm tired, and I've only just got home after a looooong time on naughty trains, and I'm being weak. You can tell how weak I am: the thought had no sooner crossed my mind that it was half-six and I hadn't had a drink today and maybe I just wouldn't bother, than I found myself in the kitchen pouring gin.
The tonic's flat, but so am I. Also, missing friends. It's always a feature of cons, that you see many of your favourite people and don't really get to spend any time with them; when it's your own con and you have responsibilities, apparently this feature is doubled and redoubled. How can I have been among so many lovely special people all a day, and not talked to half of them? *grumps at self*
Still'n'all. There will be other chances. People are trying to tempt me from my northern fastness, with offers of hospitality all over. Am trying not to cling to my own bed in waily protest. *is clingy, but determined*
Other people are starting to post con reports. I will put together a linky salad, maybe, and you-all who weren't there can hold your personhoods cheap, and so forth.
The boys are celebrating my return by fighting up and down the staircase. Sigh. How like the home life of our own dear...
What else? Not much. I discovered on Friday that I'm two grand deeper in debt than I thought I was, but that's just boring.
Oh! I do have lovely news! Which I cannot share yet. That is also boring. But it's making me very happy just now, on top of the triumph of Saturday.
*is a con-runner nao*
And come they did: sixty-ish, give or take, actual paying guests at The Write Fantastic's fifth birthday bash in Oxford, aka our first mini-con.
We had Geoff Ryman. *is touched by tallness*
We had Ian Watson. *not so much, actually*
We had Ben Jeapes, and Mike Shevdon, and Stephen Deas, and ourselves. And people from Solaris, and various other professionals - and still, we had sixty-odd real people too. *is awestruck*
And it all went very well; when the biggest problem is the lack of coffee on site, then you really don't have a problem.
I should probably make a long post, a con report as it were: but I'm tired, and I've only just got home after a looooong time on naughty trains, and I'm being weak. You can tell how weak I am: the thought had no sooner crossed my mind that it was half-six and I hadn't had a drink today and maybe I just wouldn't bother, than I found myself in the kitchen pouring gin.
The tonic's flat, but so am I. Also, missing friends. It's always a feature of cons, that you see many of your favourite people and don't really get to spend any time with them; when it's your own con and you have responsibilities, apparently this feature is doubled and redoubled. How can I have been among so many lovely special people all a day, and not talked to half of them? *grumps at self*
Still'n'all. There will be other chances. People are trying to tempt me from my northern fastness, with offers of hospitality all over. Am trying not to cling to my own bed in waily protest. *is clingy, but determined*
Other people are starting to post con reports. I will put together a linky salad, maybe, and you-all who weren't there can hold your personhoods cheap, and so forth.
The boys are celebrating my return by fighting up and down the staircase. Sigh. How like the home life of our own dear...
What else? Not much. I discovered on Friday that I'm two grand deeper in debt than I thought I was, but that's just boring.
Oh! I do have lovely news! Which I cannot share yet. That is also boring. But it's making me very happy just now, on top of the triumph of Saturday.
*is a con-runner nao*