In recovery.

It was actually a very nice convention, but the ‘bookish’ venues were overcrowded, standing room only and the ‘gamish’ venues were cavernous places only 1/3 to 1/2 filled. This left us ‘bookish’ types so cramped for space there was hardly any opportunity for signing books at a panel, or holding any ‘after’ discussion, as your alternative was a highly trafficked-at-high-speed hallway…kind of strange. We didn’t sell a single e-book, didn’t have anywhere to set up even an informal station, there was no bar until 9PM, and the coffee shop was barriered on all sides and not real friendly attitude toward people wanting to sit down. The convention atmosphere, however, was very nice—lot of fans whose name I didn’t get to know. Jane and I alternated panels: I got a full load, huge number of panels, and she got none, so as informal as this con was, we just each took the ones that most interested us.
So all in all, we had a very good time—room was comfy, though the card-lock could use cleaning: we had to use the keycard up to 10-12 swipes to get it to take, we had to take the problem to the desk once, and to a nearby chambermaid on the last run to get our luggage and the cats. BUT the hotel staff was wonderful: they had spare toothpaste, they had spare bandaids—this was good. It’s a great hotel, but getting populous. Tanya Huff and Jim Glass were GOHs—we like them both. And Mike and Patty Briggs were there—a real plus! I got poisoned at one breakfast buffet—they had onion in the eggs and in the potatoes; so I ate the sausage, and it had so much msg I stiffened up like a 90 year old and had trouble even sitting down and standing up, not to mention constant pain. The food at this hotel is possibly the worst hotel food in the United States and Canada. The convention, however, runs a pizza and hot dog concession that will prevent your being poisoned. And bringing your own bottle is a must: the bar is sort of nice, but some years they throw out all the convention folk in favor of rowdy locals. Just take it that RadCon is a good con hampered by incredibly bad hotel food, but it can be worked around.

We visited Patty and Mike afterward, Jane got to ride—I was still limping from my blisters and the MSG, and my iffy hip is still in rehab at the Y, so I’m not able to yet—but it was still good. I recommend the com—but bring your own edibles or plan to eat pizza and hot dogs!