Sunday: ZOMG!1! I feel as if today saw another Major Landmark in my Journey To Be A Professional Writer; I attended a luncheon hosted by maryrobinette for her Writer Friends to welcome another writer to Portland.
There was Christina (Guest of Honor), jaylake, davidlevine, Marilee, Dave, kateyule, Spencer, Chrissy, Rick, Damien, maryrobinette. And me. I checked out some of the websites of those on the invite list: Hugos. Campbell awards. Writer of the Future winners. (And I was all like, whoa!)
I didn’t talk much about it before I went, in case it went Horribly Wrong (you know, like when someone there says “Wait, you mean you haven’t won a major writing award? What are you doing HERE?”) But everyone was very nice, and I was again reminded of what I often say: Famous People are just like us Ordinary People, except Better. I tried not to dominate the conversation, and fortunately the others were willing to fill the gap and not leave everyone staring silently at their plates. These are people who can tell Knock-Knock jokes and actually be funny (and I was either the only one to get Jay Lake’s Morris Minor pun, or perhaps the only one to react). Hours flew by, and all too soon it was time for me to leave.
I would be remiss if I failed to mention that maryrobinette is a wonderful and gracious host. Not only does she have an appreciation of eclectic yet beautiful table settings (oh_that_jocelyn would approve), but she prepared a delicious meal conforming to the combined food allergies/restrictions of a dozen guests and made it look easy. Sadly, she and her husband R are moving to New York, so their friends on the East Coast will soon be the ones to benefit from their hospitality. I hope the East Coasters are properly grateful.
SuperBowl XLI – I find the juxtaposition of the two social events interesting; lunch was spent with people I just met, the afternoon was with people I’ve known for decades. And the Superbowl Tradition has been observed almost that entire time. Dude M has the largest of all the Dudes*, so we gather at his house to watch the Superbowl commercials and the intervening game. There was also a bunch of tasty food (I didn’t need to eat anything for the rest of the day). I only watch one football game each year, and this one wasn’t a completely one-sided blowout like so many Superbowls have been. And the consensus was that the half-time show was “Not Lame” (performance by The Artist Formerly Known as The Artist Formerly Known as Prince (and personally, I was amazed that the two dancers on stage managed to do their entire show of vigorous choreography wearing 3” heels in the pouring rain, and they didn’t fall once (at least, not that we saw, anyway))). So, despite being snubbed by lenser, it was a quite successful gathering.
A highly social, and enjoyable, weekend. And while I managed to get Monday’s comic ready, there were a number of Things To Do which did not get done. But it was well worth it.
* Television, that is.