Yesterday morning I did my packing and organizing and hunting and gathering, then drove down to San Jose. Got here around 1, tired and stressed and demoralized. An hour with Jay and that was completely turned around.
Then we went down to the bar and immediately jumped into the fray. The plan was to have a quiet drink with Ann and Jeff VanderMeer, but “quiet” and “the bar at WFC” are mutually exclusive concepts.
I am not even going to attempt to list the names and/or LJ handles of everyone we saw and hung out with, except to note that it was an enormous thrill to finally meet desperance in person. (And his great good friend moshui.) (And, of course, la marquise.)
General hanging out and drinking and frivolity ensued, and eventually, a gang of about 30 of us descended upon the Johnny Rockets for dinner. Afterwards, we repaired back to (yes!) the bar.
It went like that. And what shall happen today? Golly, I have no idea! 🙂