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I was too tired for a proper entry yesterday, and may still be, but I think this is better than nothing:
Despite my being badly sleep-deprived (I woke up 4ish and never really got back to sleep),![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude and I went to Jo Walton's reading at the University Bookstore in Seattle. (The reading had to be rescheduled from 4 to 6 p.m. because Amtrak canceled Jo's original train, which also meant a later dinner, but so it goes.)
It was nice to say hi to Jo, and get to talk a little with her friend Ada Palmer, who is traveling with her and singing before and after she reads. Jo read the first chapter of her latest novel, My Real Children and answered questions about her writing.
A bunch of people went to Ivar's after the reading; the main restaurant was packed, and there would have been an unreasonably long wait for a table*, but there was room to sit near the water and eat fried things from the small also-takeaway window. Cattitude and I wound up sitting with a woman named Helen, who I hadn't previously met; I was zoning out some from exhaustion, but she didn't seem to mind. I may try going there for lunch sometime, and sitting by the water again, because it's a nice spot, even if noisy. (ETA: Helen has pinged me in an LJ thread to tell me that she isethelmay and hadn't connected my real name to my handle at the time.)
Cattitude and I did not attempt to go to Vanguard after this; given how tired I was, if the reading and dinner had been two hours earlier, I probably would still have had the sense to go straight home, but might have been more connected to people during dinner.
At some point when I am more awake, I want to take another look around the University Bookstore and see how it compares to Elliott Bay Books, since it's easier for me to get to when the 520 bridge is open. (My first reaction was favorable, based on a good sf/fantasy section, what looks like a reasonable amount of poetry, and a pleasant, well-lit space.) Cattitude was pleased to find a used book store around the corner.
*Unreasonable in terms of what would have worked for us, not in terms of their reaction to a large party calling at the last minute for a reservation on a very nice Saturday night in June.
Despite my being badly sleep-deprived (I woke up 4ish and never really got back to sleep),
cattitude and I went to Jo Walton's reading at the University Bookstore in Seattle. (The reading had to be rescheduled from 4 to 6 p.m. because Amtrak canceled Jo's original train, which also meant a later dinner, but so it goes.)It was nice to say hi to Jo, and get to talk a little with her friend Ada Palmer, who is traveling with her and singing before and after she reads. Jo read the first chapter of her latest novel, My Real Children and answered questions about her writing.
A bunch of people went to Ivar's after the reading; the main restaurant was packed, and there would have been an unreasonably long wait for a table*, but there was room to sit near the water and eat fried things from the small also-takeaway window. Cattitude and I wound up sitting with a woman named Helen, who I hadn't previously met; I was zoning out some from exhaustion, but she didn't seem to mind. I may try going there for lunch sometime, and sitting by the water again, because it's a nice spot, even if noisy. (ETA: Helen has pinged me in an LJ thread to tell me that she is
ethelmay and hadn't connected my real name to my handle at the time.)Cattitude and I did not attempt to go to Vanguard after this; given how tired I was, if the reading and dinner had been two hours earlier, I probably would still have had the sense to go straight home, but might have been more connected to people during dinner.
At some point when I am more awake, I want to take another look around the University Bookstore and see how it compares to Elliott Bay Books, since it's easier for me to get to when the 520 bridge is open. (My first reaction was favorable, based on a good sf/fantasy section, what looks like a reasonable amount of poetry, and a pleasant, well-lit space.) Cattitude was pleased to find a used book store around the corner.
*Unreasonable in terms of what would have worked for us, not in terms of their reaction to a large party calling at the last minute for a reservation on a very nice Saturday night in June.