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Worldcon was, well, Worldcon. Large and complicated, full of old friends, strangers, random acquaintances, and people I'd just as soon not have seen.
It was also full of very brief conversations, including one with someone who said "Vicki?" as I was walking down a nearby street. I turned around and looked blank. "Melissa Metz," she said. Still no connection. "I knew you in high school." Ah. Now the name is familiar--I was trying to place her as someone I would see at a worldcon--but nothing beyond that. She introduced her daughter, so I introduced my friends, and then we wandered our separate ways.
The good side of this is that, in between the brief conversations with random people, and the encounters on moving escalators, I had a lot of time with a few people. Even better, they were people I don't see very often--though I'd seen most of them a month ago, in Wales. But Jo and Emmet, and Sue Mason, are good company, and I can catch up with P&T here at home.
A special booby prize, though, for John Boardman, who remembered that I'd been annoyed to be complimented on losing weight, and did it again anyway. I know he remembered because he started with "You got angry when I said this a while ago." Okay, you know someone doesn't want to hear something, and it's not information they need, so what do you do? Talk about books, or the Hugos, or something. Or just say "Hello, Vicki." It's not rocket science.
There seem to be as many Worldcons as attendees, maybe more. At a different one, I got to spend more time with Kate and Dave, and Singer, and of course the wonderful but ever-busy Geri.
Maybe I should use those frequent flier miles to visit Minneapolis instead of Swansea.
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It was also full of very brief conversations, including one with someone who said "Vicki?" as I was walking down a nearby street. I turned around and looked blank. "Melissa Metz," she said. Still no connection. "I knew you in high school." Ah. Now the name is familiar--I was trying to place her as someone I would see at a worldcon--but nothing beyond that. She introduced her daughter, so I introduced my friends, and then we wandered our separate ways.
The good side of this is that, in between the brief conversations with random people, and the encounters on moving escalators, I had a lot of time with a few people. Even better, they were people I don't see very often--though I'd seen most of them a month ago, in Wales. But Jo and Emmet, and Sue Mason, are good company, and I can catch up with P&T here at home.
A special booby prize, though, for John Boardman, who remembered that I'd been annoyed to be complimented on losing weight, and did it again anyway. I know he remembered because he started with "You got angry when I said this a while ago." Okay, you know someone doesn't want to hear something, and it's not information they need, so what do you do? Talk about books, or the Hugos, or something. Or just say "Hello, Vicki." It's not rocket science.
There seem to be as many Worldcons as attendees, maybe more. At a different one, I got to spend more time with Kate and Dave, and Singer, and of course the wonderful but ever-busy Geri.
Maybe I should use those frequent flier miles to visit Minneapolis instead of Swansea.
[expect more Worldcon entries]
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and so on. But "You got angry when I said this a while ago" may be the champion.