Dispatches from SMOFCon, Day 1
We got away from Lancaster just after 9 AM, and managed the 77 miles to Manhattan Beach in about two hours, which isn't too bad for Los Angeles. Even driving "off peak" we still had to fight through patches of slow traffic on the San Diego Freeway.
Not surprisingly, our room wasn't ready, and indeed we ended up going through two rooms before finally getting one that had a bathtub instead of just a shower compartment (Lisa likes baths), but we got it settled eventually. By getting here so early, we got a parking space in the garage near the lobby doors, which is convenient.
Registration was as simple as you'd expect for a convention of less than 200 people, although I'm glad that Lisa and I carry badge clips because neither of us like lanyards, particularly the one-point connections that let the badges flip over.( Missing out on Programming, but Having Fun With LegosCollapse )
I had initially had some idea of getting out a box of the gaming chips and putting together an ad hoc poker game, but I found that I was getting enormously tired after the Mixer. This is mostly due to non-convention stress induced by being called back to Day Jobbe multiple times, I'm afraid. Also, I have to be up at 6 AM Saturday for a 7 AM fannish breakfast meeting, then at 9 AM Linda, Scott, and I are off to the bank to deal with Banking Security Theatre over signature cards. Lisa also was very tired, so we turned in early while other fans went to the Hospitality Suite for a Bheer Tasting and others to the convention's garden patio, where they were toasting marshmallows and making s'mores over the patio flame pits. I'm sure everyone who is here from cold places is seriously enjoying not being in the cold.
Oh, and travelswithkuma
contributed bags of Goldfish crackers to the Hospitality Suite, because he's a generous sort of Bear. Current Mood: exhausted