After writing the above post, I have lunch with a good deal of the CZP crew—Brett, Sandra, Helen, Laura, Brent, Bob, Mike. I think Nick Kaufmann was there, too. Apologies if I left anyone out.
After lunch, I went to the Genre Mash-ups and Commonwealth Horror panels. I had some time on my own, so I went for a quick swim with my wife, hung out with Brent and Bob where we talked about Ass Goblins of Auschwitz, and eventually my wife and I went out to dinner at a Mexican place next to the hotel where we gorged on delicious meal.
After dinner, hung out in the mass autograph sessions where I probably could have sat with copies of some anthologies I was in, but had too much fun cruising around the room, talking to everyone. Ironically, when the session wrapped up, the CZP crew (with my wife and I in tow) went back to the same Mexican place for dinner.
Finally making it back to the hotel, we hung around the Cutting Block press party, but it was getting late, I was in the beginning stages of a cold and the sheriff’s office was already on hand in the pre-shut-it-down phase, so I turned in.
Sunday came too soon and it was time to say good-bye. Our flights back home to Ottawa were routine with the exception of horrific treatment at the hands of United Airlines, which I will never fly again and my wife describes in a Facebook Note. To put it bluntly: If you have a handicap and carry medical equipment that you must carry on to avoid damage, well you can go fuck yourself.
So, it’s a week later, I’m feeling the effects of a cold/conplague, and WHC2011 is a wonderful memory of friends, heat, humidity, and jokes so foul they dare not be repeated.
If I first met you at World Horror Con or I’ve known you for a while and we hung out, thanks for sharing some time with me. It was blast!