Got home last night from
my family reunion the World Fantasy Convention, which was its usual splendid self. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that it’s gotten better over time: a lot of people are con regulars, which means that it’s easy to build up a community of people you know and look forward to seeing each year. Also, I’ve gotten less stressed about being there; I used to worry about the moments where I seemed out of gear, not able to engage with people the way I wanted to, Squandering my Valuable Time There — but these days I just chill out, and lo, the issue resolves itself. Trusting that makes the whole thing a lot easier.
This one was especially good because it featured a lot of meeting up with people I know online, but have never really hung out with in person. time-shark, saladinahmed — heck, I even met jimhines for realz! Not to mention many other wonderful folks I didn’t know well at all, but had great conversations with nonetheless. Also, the location meant a bunch of my B-ton friends were able to come, whether from Indiana or the places they’ve scattered to since, and seeing them was especially nice.
And now my voice sounds like somebody raked it over a cheese-grater, because that’s what WFC is to me: the place I go to talk all weekend long, often over the roar of several hundred other people doing the same thing. Then I come home exhausted and halfway to mute and happy.
It’s my family reunion. Complete with hugs and drunkenness and the occasional bits of Personal Drama, and then we all scatter to the four winds until next year. Which in this case will be San Diego; I’m thinking of driving down. It would be a ten-hour drive by the coastal route, but if I can get a co-driver it might be worth it. Heck, I might even take an extra day, stop for the night somewhere along Highway 1, make a bit of a vacation out of it. We’ll see.