sergebroom | getting the blues even when you weren't there

Last night, Sue and I went back to the site of Bubonicon. By then, the con was shutting down, and there's something of a downer to seeing that happen, even when one hasn't even attended said con. We quickly got over the feeling because we were on the premises to have dinner with Tucson's Frances Gross, who had met Sue during 2005's NASFiC in Seattle. Dinner was at a nearby Outback (*) with Frances and her hubby Bryan, both of whom have been published by small presses. I am not familiar with their work, but that was no obstacle to everybody having a conversation that went on for hours until one of us mentionned a growing backside discomfort (**). We relocated to the lobby of the con hotel's much more comfortable couches and resumed the conversation until I said that, wonderful as things were, I needed to get to work early the next day.

No old-age jokes please.

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(*) We had learned our lesson about eating at the hotel's restaurant and thus were we spared a waiter's fingertips in our food.

(**) No, my backside wasn't the one that complained.