*DC* DWCon Report (one Merkin's viewpoint)
g.l.wilson
It was the best of times, it was the best of times... it was utterly
surreal...
Arrived early Friday; after unsuccessfully attempting to rest, drifted
around, gophered a bit, and generally wondered what on earth I was doing
there. That was the only time in the entire weekend I felt at all out
of place - a very rare thing indeed for me, and my enduring gratitude to
all of you who made me feel at home.
Following the Opening Ceremony (notable, among other things, for
promises of custardings to come) - well, let's just say that I can
confirm the rumors that Emmet was sequestered in a hotel room with two
women, both of whom were too tired to flirt with him. The Flirtatious
One's costume for the Blind Date truly had to be seen to be believed.
Observed a bit of the Murder Mystery - everyone involved seemed to be
enjoying themselves, judging from the general noise level and lack of
comprehensibility. I'd been scheduled to participate, but Carol seems
to have forgiven me for disappearing into the afpengagement party for
The Divine One and the Bellinghman. (What's that snail-mail address for
the chocolate-covered espresso beans, Carol?)
Concerning which afparty, the weather that night became very drunk out
indeed. I've somewhat dim memories of very fragmented conversations and
blatant flirtations among several afpersons (including, *blush*,
myself). Said dimness might possibly have been caused by samples of my
first "real" cider; sips from a bottle provided by ppint, and allegedly
having something to do with plums; a bit of mead; rather greater
quantities of 10-year-old Bushmills; something from Wales, a good-sized
portion of loganberry liqueur; Middleton (sp?) (heavenly stuff; thanks,
Colm!), and peach schnapps. *boggle* indeed. When various Monty Python
songs were perpetrated, it seemed time to wander back to the "other"
hotel.
Saturday. Um. What _did_ happen Saturday? Observed a bit of the UU
challenge, and realized that I know very little indeed about the
diskworld; drifted in and out of the bar; wandered around talking to
people; contributed a rumor or two to the IT. Enjoyed the GOH speech;
again drifted into and out of the bar.
The Gala Dinner - PTerry's speech had me laughing so hard it _hurt_.
And Darrell Ottery's balloon hat truly had to be seen to be believed.
Sunday - collected my books to be signed, to discover that the queue for
the signing had been closed. Then drifted around until the Cunning
Artificer's sculpting workshop, which was great fun, and almost
convinced me that I could indeed turn a lump or two of clay into
something recognizable as Rincewind. Next, the UU Challenge finals,
won by Helen and Her Suitors, who were then confronted with a post-final
team of PTerry himself, Stephen Briggs, Josh Kidby, and Paul Rood.
Amazingly, the audience even earned 30 points!
One of my most surreal moments of the weekend: going out for food with
the Unfeasibly Cute Morgan O'Brien and his older brother, and ending up
at a Pizza Hut.
On to the closing ceremony, and yes, there was indeed Custard, which
Paul endured with grace and good humor. Will have my photos back by
Friday - just where are we to send them for inclusion in L-Space?
Afterwards, got my books signed by Terry and Stephen (again, thank you!)
- headed once more for the bar (where else?) for more fragments of
conversations, out to an excellent Chinese dinner, during which I was
told more than I can possibly remember of the Lemming Theory, Pinball
Theory, and something that made me think Great A'Tuin may possibly be a
Schrodinger's Turtle, though I'm not sure of that last bit. Then back
to the hotel for yet more alcohol and conversation, during which I
phased in and out...and further out... A spirited game of Mornington
Crescent (which still makes absolutely no sense to me) was going on when
I left at 2:30 am.
Monday morning, ppint most kindly drove Jay, Pete, and my very tired
self to the airport, during which ride mild but somewhat pane-ful
attempts at paronomasia were committed. And contrary to previous
belief, I _am_ capable of sleeping while on an airplane.
I didn't see all of the promised 1,000 elephants, but a herd of them,
very small and very pink, appeared in one of my bags when I was
unpacking. One of them has been drafted into service as a monitor pet.
My only regret is that there wasn't nearly enough time to even meet
everyone I wanted to, much less sit down somewhere relatively quiet and
_talk_.
Thank you to all of you who helped make this such a wonderful time. The
box of Belgian chocolates Big Al gave me is rapidly emptying (coffee and
chocolate for breakfast - yum!). Thanks especially to those who endured
my falling apart on those occasions when things seemed heading for
disaster (hi Carol, Karen, Joanne, Emmet). And most of all, thanks to
you who saw to it that I was able to be there, after events seemed to
have made it impossible. I'll not say anything to ruin anyone's
putative reputation, but You Know Who You Are. Words fail me.
See you all in two years - provided that we're not at Sacha's!
--glinda
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Mark Lowes
On Thu, 4 Jul 1996 15:25:10 GMT, in <Du0yt...@eskimo.com>
gli...@eskimo.com (g.l.wilson) wrote.....
>It was the best of times, it was the best of times... it was utterly
>surreal...
Don't i know it ;)
[massive rend]
>something recognizable as Rincewind. Next, the UU Challenge finals,
>won by Helen and Her Suitors, who were then confronted with a post-final
>team of PTerry himself, Stephen Briggs, Josh Kidby, and Paul Rood.
^^^^^^^^^^
Paul Kidby :)
>See you all in two years - provided that we're not at Sacha's!
I think that's certain already >:)
Mark
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Robert Collier
In article <Du0yt...@eskimo.com>, g.l.wilson <gli...@eskimo.com> wrote:
> It was the best of times, it was the best of times... it was utterly
> surreal...
:)
[cabbages]
> On to the closing ceremony, and yes, there was indeed Custard, which
> Paul endured with grace and good humor. Will have my photos back by
> Friday - just where are we to send them for inclusion in L-Space?
Right, with photo's can you either scan them yourselves and upload
100x150 sized gif thumbnails to
ftp://ftp.lspace.org/pub/pratchett/incoming
and let the librarian <libr...@lspace.org> know, OR you can snail
mail me copies and I will have them scanned for you - mail me for the
boring info such as address etc...
> See you all in two years - provided that we're not at Sacha's!
Most definetly.
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Ann Seymour
In article <4rio0t$i...@tanstafl.demon.co.uk>, Robert Collier
<r...@lspace.org> writes
>
>Right, with photo's can you either scan them yourselves and upload
>100x150 sized gif thumbnails to
>
> ftp://ftp.lspace.org/pub/pratchett/incoming
>
>and let the librarian <libr...@lspace.org> know, OR you can snail
>mail me copies and I will have them scanned for you - mail me for the
>boring info such as address etc...
>
anybody yet will be able to identify them? I looked at some of the afp
pictures in the archives, hoping to be able to put faces to some of the
names in the group but there was nothing (that I could see) to say who
was who. Or maybe I didn't do it right. I have to admit to being a bit
shaky when it comes to actually doing things on line. (Its 'er age, you
know) so maybe I gave up too soon, or something.
--
Annie
g.l.wilson
In article <07041996...@lspace.org>, Ham...@lspace.org, Mark Lowes
says...
>
>
>On Thu, 4 Jul 1996 15:25:10 GMT, in <Du0yt...@eskimo.com>
> gli...@eskimo.com (g.l.wilson) wrote.....
>
>[massive rend]
>>something recognizable as Rincewind. Next, the UU Challenge finals,
>>won by Helen and Her Suitors, who were then confronted with a post-final
>>team of PTerry himself, Stephen Briggs, Josh Kidby, and Paul Rood.
> ^^^^^^^^^^
>Paul Kidby :)
Oh _damn_. <fx: embarrassed blush>
>>See you all in two years - provided that we're not at Sacha's!
>
>I think that's certain already >:)
--glinda