On My Way Back

Posted on by Sarah A. Hoyt

Sorry, I didn’t post yesterday or Saturday. Turns out this Guest of Honoring is hard work.  I kept seeing things my friends were doing, on Facebook, and going “Seems like a great con, wish I were there.”

But it was good. It was very good. As always my friends at Liberty con were very nice and very sweet, and I had a great time.

I’m three quarters asleep as I write this, and there might or might not be con crud in the offing, but I’ll be home by late afternoon (anyone want to join us for dinner at Pete’s?  No, that’s not serious. We probably won’t be awake enough for it, and anyway, who wants to have dinner with a zombie author?)

Oh, there is a Portuguese Restaurant, in Chattanooga, and because they chose the name Bela Lisboa (the city that is the rival and enemy of the one I was born in) it pains me to say that they’re quite good. They have a few dishes that I make differently, but you know… If you’re in the area, give it a try. (They are slow on the service if you show up with a contingent of your closest friends,which we did yesterday dinner  (I think there were 32 of us.)

I probably won’t resume my duties at instapundit tonight, but I should be back on tomorrow.  I should also be able to do a real post tomorrow, but if not I’ll put up the writing challenge and something fun.

And now it’s time to close the bags, hug whoever is still in the lobby goodbye, and head home.

Except for TVIW (which is not exactly a con) I’m done with conventions for the year.

 

 

71 thoughts on “On My Way Back”

        1. It exists only if somebody tricked Sarah…. and survived. :twisted:

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    1. I cannot accept the idea that Rip Current is not the MC of a series of manly adventure tales, with (they were in the war together) comrade-in-arms Eb Tides, girlfriend Flo Current, and arch foe Lee Shore.

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        1. I do not write such things. After many years of wrestling I have reduced my muse to making puns and wish to do nothing that might empower the demon.

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        2. The space charge is when the electron guns on their ion drive are out of calibration. You have to cool’em off before they can dock.

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          1. Hey! That’s two-time Olympic swimmer (1928 bronze medal for the 1,500 meters freestyle, and at the 1932 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles, he won the gold medal for the 400 meters freestyle) Buster Crabbe to you!

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        1. He’s the plucky comic relief, with a tendency to run around in circles screaming, “We’re all gonna die!”

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      5. Hey, now. I’m in the process of finishing the story with Gus (‘Do NOT call me Octavian”) the octopus and the aquatic puns keep trying to sneak in.

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    1. Beg pardon, but isn’t Kansas unwet by the Tennessee?

      (Who did all those Mars symposium books I kept finding in the stacks when I was supposed to be studying something else? AAU?)

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        1. Ah. Well, on an interplanetary, much less interstellar, scale probably “close enough.”

          (And I thought only elements of the DoD used the word “notional.”)

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          1. Well, when you’re trying to sound more pompous than you usually feel, you use words like that. And when I say “you’re,” I clearly mean “I’m”…

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    2. Oh dear. I have a dreadful feeling that those are the same dates as my FAA license renewal class.

      Today is being such a Monday.

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    3. I’ve floated the idea to my husband. (He’s a hard-sci-fi fan, an engineer, and feels it’s important to get off this rock, so it seems very much built for him. And Wichita is one of the places we’re thinking of moving, so while we wouldn’t be ready by November, research trips are totally a thing. >.>) Not quite sold yet, I don’t think, but we’ll see what I can manage…

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    1. Hear, hear!

      I still feel like I owe the mayor of Halifax a smoked ham for the hospitality his city extended to my fellow citizens on 9/11. I wonder how hard that would be to ship?

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  14. “there is a Portuguese Restaurant, in Chattanooga, and because they chose the name Bela Lisboa (the city that is the rival and enemy of the one I was born in) it pains me to say that they’re quite good.”.

    I won’t hold being from Porto area against you :) Hope you don’t do the same given that my dad was born in Lisboa (Lisbon in English) :)

    Glad you had a good time and found a new restaurant. Rest up and defeat the con crud before it can get a real foothold.

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  15. Looks like a real post to me. Came complete with a “dinner with a zombie author” challenge. I’d be up for it if there was a good way to keep zombie Asimov out of my wife’s personal space so he can’t spoil our anniversary dinner.

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  16. I’m not sure whether “Dinner with A Zombie Author” or just “Dinner with a Zombie” are the more interesting notions (for a book? A TV SHOW! Who knows, but… let the imagination soar!). But either one sounds intriguing, doesn’t it?

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