laramie

I'm back. This Marscon for me consisted of a lot of time in the Dealer's room, quick forays to the Con Suite and a couple sessions of filk singing. That may not sound like much but it was some fun.

I liked my neighbors in the Dealer's room: a family selling various types of sharp pointy things. They were very pleasant about keeping an eye on my table when I had to make comfort-runs, and were complimentary about my mandolin-play during one slow afternoon.

By all reports this was a much slower Marscon than usual. Apparently a lot of out-of-town attendees never made it to the convention at all, due to the severe weather that preceded the event. A lot of the dealers remarked on how slow things were. So I probably did well in finding new homes for five of the bookmarks.

I did a lot of reading while it was being slow: Amelia Peabody in Guardian of the Horizon.

Friday night, after all the shoveling, the hauling of gear and seven hours of minding my table I didn't last very long at filking. Saturday night I did better, staying up long enough for a couple full hours of singing before driving home again.