I was awake by 9:30, for reasons I can not adequately explain. There were a couple of 10am panels that I was sort of interested in, though, so I stumbled into my clothes and staggered downstairs. One of the panels was on solar wood-burning, and it was still fairly cloudy outside, so I figured it might not happen and headed for the other one, a percussion workshop.
So I should have figured that the percussion workshop would have been rescheduled. (This happened rather a lot over the course of the weekend, from what I saw....) However, they replaced it with a belly-dance workshop, so I stayed. I actually danced for the whole 90 minutes, which surprised me - my feet were already incredibly sore from all the time I'd been on them Friday, and spending that much time with my knees partially bent isn't exactly my idea of fun, either. But I managed, and it was a hell of a workshop. I hadn't showered before, but boy, did I need one when I was done....Doug
was in the room when I got back to wash up, and we started trying to plan for the day. He had found out while I was at class that Chris Knight's Trailer Park had been moved directly opposite his panel, which annoyed the hell out of both of us. (Chris didn't take too kindly to it either, we later discovered, as they didn't bother telling
him this before he flew up from LA...) And then dafydd
paged to let us know he was on his way over from the drill. I looked at the clock, and looked at Doug, and said "Um, honey...?" I really hadn't wanted to miss his panel, 'cause I figured he'd need the support, but we were starting to run short on time.
Met dafydd up at the room, ducked my head into Doug's panel long enough to tell him he was on his own for lunch, and headed out. After a nice lunch at Chili's, we got all the food, the cushions, and the chairs we'd forgotten the night before loaded into the back of the truck, asked ourselves three times if we were forgetting anything, and went to make copies of the party flyer and pick up ice for the coolers. Back over to the hotel, up to the front desk to grab a bell cart, get everything out of the truck and into the room....
And damn near put my fist through the wall when I realized we'd left dafydd's CD player at home.
He went back downstairs to park the truck, and I agreed to meet him in the Dealers' Room. Caught up with Doug while I was taking the bell cart back to the front desk - "Do you want the bad news or the bad news?" There was Yet Another Party setting up external speakers on the patio beneath us, and I had my doubts as to whether or not anyone was going to hear the CDs even if we had the player.... He snarled for a bit, and told me to go back and get the silly thing anyway.
But first, I had to shop. ;-) I made the mistake of turning my back on dafydd for five minutes while I was off buying my new velvet skirt
.... As we were headed back up to the room, he dropped something into my hand. I looked down, and it was a nametag:KIRSTEN
DECORATIVE & FUNCTIONAL
I should've hurt him. ;-)
Up to the room so we could all catch a quick nap...in theory. I wound up lying in bed and listening to both of them snore. But I was off my feet for 45 minutes, which was a Good Thing at that point. Limped back down to the truck with dafydd, ran off to get the CD player, and he dropped me back off by the elevator lobby while he headed back out to BFE to park. We all changed into our Brubek's t-shirts
, and the party opened on-time.
By this point, everything south of my kneecaps felt like it was on fire. Being no fool, I took the ottoman from the room's one comfy chair and stationed myself next to the door, passing out the alien stickers we'd bought - or, as I took to saying much later in the evening, "alienating people." We went through over 120 stickers in the five hours we were open....
Virtual Bosnia (the guestbook we had for JG) wound up being a fairly big hit, as well. We got some great pictures of people with the I-Zone (and I still don't know what the hell I did with the extra roll of film I bought when we bought the camera) to add to the book, and some fantastic comments from folks, including a few veterans. I don't think we're going to get the official TravSF
photo developed in time to send it off with the rest of JG's care package, but we've got enough other stuff to send to him that I don't think it'd matter. (More on this in Sunday's entry.)
dafydd had to leave early again; he had station duty Sunday morning, and again, was really thrilled about it - not. At least he'd gotten four days' notice on this one, as opposed to the 18 hours for Saturday morning's drill. We wound up closing the room down around 2:30....
And the ravers on the patio were still
at it. We'd had FLARE come through a couple of times, and talked to ConOps about it before the party had opened, so the volume wasn't as bad as it had been the night before - but it still meant we couldn't open the door to the balcony if we wanted to hear ourselves think. About 3:10, there was a rather abrupt silence outside; they'd apparently been ordered to shut down.
Doug and I were asleep by 3:20. ;-)
I'll finish up the rest of these tomorrow, most likely; I've been sitting in front of the 'puter for ten hours now, and I think my eyes are about to cross.