Me and Robert C. Roman
Today was my first day at Authors After Dark. Hell, it was my first for a LOT of things. First time sitting on a panel. (I had my first two panels today, starting at 11 a.m. Dakota Cassidy was on both of them!) So that was the good.
The bad? You need a freaking map to figure out where anything is, and half the time the hotel has changed it on the poor event holders at the last minute. so not even they know what's accurate and what's not. Finding out that something you thought was at six got moved to seven then they shut the doors so you thought it was cancelled when it wasn't? Absolutely stupid. I feel kind of sorry for PJ Schnyder and Stella Price, because they're trying damn hard to put on a first rate con and the hotel is trying damn hard to fuck it up. So far every event I've gotten to has been fun, but that's more on PJ and Stella than Doubletree.
At least the french toast was good.
The you're f'ing kidding me? First time staying at the Doubletree in Philly. Last time I will ever stay at the Doubletree in Philly. I requested a handicapped room, and, in the spirit of the law, I got one. The fact that I paid for two queen beds and got a single Murphy bed does not negate the fact that the bathroom has the correct handlebars. It's not their fault that they gave me a room that's essentially a crooked shoebox / ex-storage room, right? One I can barely fit my scooter into?
So, anyway. Hotel sucks big hairy moose balls. Con? So far, so fun. Looking forward to tomorrow and the Mythos Masquerade, where I'll be wearing a long black wig, black fox ears and a black and white tail. Yup, I'll be the only Kitsune in a scooter on the planet. Wish you were here yet?