here is my demicon report, reposted from the mnstf natter mailing list. i decided since i already wrote it up once, that was good enough.
so, demicon was this past weekend. i saw a few people from natter there. (i remember david wilford, spk, nathan who i live with, laurel krahn, kevin austin, and... i think that's it.)
they were in a new hotel in downtown des moines, the hotel fort des moines. it's a very nice old hotel. my one quibble with it is that they're polling about "would anyone still come if we moved demicon to july", and the hotel has no airconditioning, apparently. this fills me with dread.
on the plus side, the hotel's business center has a printer and i forgot to print out supercon flyers, but i had a pdf in my email... [innocent whistling]
the consuite is a nice space-- two largish function rooms with a foyer in between. good socializing space.
the programming rooms were spread out over second and third floors-- not ideal, but it worked out. there was also a music room which i didn't go to, but it looked as if it had some very nice performances going on. i am not a music sort of person, so i don't know if there were any music circles or things like that.
parties were sparse, but i can attest to the fact that there was a karaoke party DIRECTLY ACROSS FROM MY HOTEL ROOM, dadgumit,
until three am, both friday and saturday nights. fortunately, one of my superpowers seems to be the ability to sleep through multiple drunk people warbling "let's do the time warp agaaaaaain!".
the parties were spread out so that they were smoking on one floor and non-smoking on another floor. this was really nice as it meant
that i was able to go to more parties. sad in that it meant that i totally missed out on the jello shots party, having never gone
to the smoking floor, but oh, well.
there was a brewery/pub directly next to the hotel. good food, and smurf blue cream soda. i stuck with the less frightening
normal colored diet coke.
the drive back was covered in torrential rain until ames, at which point it was merely a downpour. we made it back in time for my father's choir concert. his choir sang the vivaldi gloria, which i hadn't previously heard, and the rutter requiem, which i've sung twice, and had to try not to sing along to.
octavia butler was the writer guest of honor. sadly, they schedule the "hour with octavia" for ten am, so i didn't sign up because i was certain that i wouldn't be awake. i was so right!
the art show had lots of beautiful art. oh so pretty. denae and i were runners for the auction. i figured that i should work on an artshow before i ran one, so this was my chance!