Dave McCarty thanked the Guests and presented an absolutely gigantic gavel to John Scalzi as the Mallet of Loving Correction. I got a photo of me and Scalzi with the gavel, but it's still on my camera and I'm much too tired to post it now and thus won't get to it until after I'm back in California because I'll be offline for the next four days.
And speaking of not posting stuff, while we have the Opening and Closing Ceremony videos, we just haven't had the chance to upload them, or even transfer them to anyone at Chicon on a memory stick, so y'all will just have to wait until we get back to the West Coast and have time to edit it all together and add titles and credits, after which I can upload it to YouTube.
Dave officially closed out the Worldcon and handed the (much smaller than Scalzi's) Gavel of WSFS over to LoneStarCon 3, who gave a brief and entertaining video presentation that had the point of view character walking out the front door of the Chicago Hyatt down to the Chicago Riverwalk and fading into San Antonio's Riverwalk. They also showed a promotional video from the San Antonio CVB. Alas, due to a glitch in the camera, it stopped recording during part of those presentations, and we're going to have to ask LSC3 if we can have the originals so we can edit them into whatever we finally make of the closing ceremonies.
And that was all for the official functions. Lisa and I changed back to street clothes and went for a walk down to Millennium Park and back, where along the way we ran into Stellan from Sweden — formerly a regular BASFA attendee, he had to return to Sweden after his work visa couldn't be renewed, but fortunately for him, unlike Cheryl, he's still able to visit the USA. We ended up going out to an early dinner with him before returning to the hotel.
Around 8 PM we went to the Con Suite where we participated in the traditional BASFA meeting in exile (where, as is not unusual, there probably were more regular BASFA members present than at the regular meeting back in California). I was auctioned off for my birthday (another tradition) to Lisa for $22. She says I have to play the train board game she brought with her on our train ride back west this week. Sounds like tough work to me.
The actual final event for us was the Former Worldcon Chairs Party, being held up in the wonderful suite that UK2014/Loncon 3 had been using. This was a fantastic complex of rooms for the Old Pharts Party — probably the best we've ever had. Despite the large number of people there, it wasn't crowded, and people could spread out and relax. And we could use the pool table! The suite has a pool table, but it was covered and used as a serving area by the parties earlier in the convention. Lisa and I broke the ice (and balls) by playing a game, and people continued to play throughout the evening. I didn't so much win my game against Roger Sims as he lost by fouling out on the 8 ball. Colin Harris and I also played a game. There were only two cues, and one of them broke a tip, and the other was pretty warped, but it was still fun.
Around Midnight, Lisa said it was time to go, and she was right, but before we left, she introduced me to Dave McCarty's wife, who I'd never met, and she came down one flight with us to our room to collect on Dave's behalf a CD-ROM of material that I was supposed to pass on to Dave for the Hugo Awards Marketing Committee but had forgotten to do. I'd write more about the conversation that followed, but I'm falling asleep at the keyboard and must get to bed soon. We don't have to get up maddeningly early, but we do need to do a lot of packing in the morning before meeting the Mansfields in the lobby at 12:30 to share a taxi over to Chicago Union Station for our respective trains going south (in our case) and north (in theirs).
From an organizational perspective, I found Chicon 7 to be one of the better Worldcons I've attended. I did hear some complaints about Programming in some aspects — heck, I made some myself — but since I attended none of the programming except one of the two items for which I was scheduled, I don't feel competent to evaluate it. Everything else about the convention was good, and I had a fun, albeit exhausting time. I'm ready to start heading home tomorrow.