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On my
last leg of my flight, from Minneapolis to Madison, I was waiting in line
for the bathroom when I looked down and noticed Nalo Hopkinson was on my
flight. I chatted with her a little bit on the plane and again in the
shuttle to the hotel. I told her how a bunch of us had met the day of
that brunch Strange Horizons threw for her at my house; not only
did I meet Tim that day, but I feel like a new, very cool peer
group is forming from that day. "We've decided that you're magic." I told
her. "Oh, if I were only magic I'd make sure it didn't rain this
weekend." she told me in her melodious Carribean accent. It didn't
really rain all that much, you know. Anyway, we got out of the van and I
turned around to see Tim waiting for me within the glass doors of the
hotel. I promptly forgot Nalo and all else and found myself swept into
his arms. After a few rather modest (for us) kisses, we rushed up to the
room. Later, we had a lovely dinner, just the two of us, at a nearby
Italian restaurant. It felt as if we were on vacation together, not at a
Science Fiction convention. We did manage to make the opening ceremonies
a little later on, and even later we made it downstairs to the Carl
Brandon Society dance. The dance was fun, as Tim joined me on the dance
floor and I discovered that not only is he not shy of dancing, but he's
not that bad at it, either. He told me later that he figured he couldn't
look that dorky at a science fiction convention, which is why he wasn't
shy. It just goes to help prove my theory that confidence is much of
dancing. Anyway, I never got to slow dance with Tim, which is something I
very much wanted to do. Next time, I guess. We joined up with Susan,
Jenn,
Mary Anne and
Jed (and others). We ended up at the Karen Joy
Fowler, Kelly Link book signing, where Tim and I bought books
together. Everyone hung out, chatted and mingled. It was very fun; one
of those nights where you look around you and realize that you and all
your friends are such cool people, that you're lucky, lucky, lucky and
that life is good. I'll talk more about the rest of the
convention/weekend in the next journal entry.
On hold for
now:
Henry and June by Anais Nin
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HomeTuesday, May 29th, 2001 -
I almost definietly don't have the time to write a journal entry that will
properly encompass my entire weekend. It was a very good weekend. Exercise log:
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