I’m still logy from the con. After I posted my con report yesterday, it occurred to me that I left out John Joseph Adams and David Barr Kirtley, with whom I had several breakfasts, and didn’t mention once the person I spent the most time with, who was Chris Roberson. He held court in the bar with a group that often included Rani Graff, Joel Shepherd, Paul Cornell and his wife, me, John Picacio…and damn, I’m forgetting people again.
I did not take a single photo all con, sadly. Lou Anders sent me this great one he took of me and John Picacio right before the Hugos, though. (John won the Chesley Award for Artistic Achievement this year and was up for a Hugo for Best Professional Artist.)
See? I did not exaggerate in my last post. The guy’s impressive (and a total hottie to boot). :-)
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Deanna Hoak, all-star copyeditor by day, supermodel by night….
That was a really fun night, wasn’t it? :)
Yeah, I had a great time. :-) Thanks to you and Irene and Chris and Allison for getting me in.
And it was the the best court. Hope to see you and everybody else in future cons. Thanks for a lovely time :-)
It was great! It was lovely to meet you, Rani, and I hope to see you again before too long.
How come grown-up women can call men “hotties” but a guy of ANY age can’t refer to a woman as a “hot chick?” Don’t tell me — I think I know the (politically cor-RECT) answer.
If you read my blog, you’d know I haven’t objected to being called a “hottie.”
But I got John’s permission to call him that. ;-)
All right — after due consideration, I finally must agree that you’re a hottie. If only other women didn’t object to such naked admissions of adoration!