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Home again. Conference was OK, though boring; our presentation went well, even though the PowerPoint slideshow wouldn't load. (It wasn't my idea--I dislike PPt, and we managed to get all the material across just fine with, you know, talking, plus illustrative hand gestures.) Random notes:

--Experience I least expected to have in Salt Lake City: I staggered into the hotel upon arrival, after a ghastly bumpy wailing-infant-infested plane ride, yearning for a drink but unsure of how to get one (a friend had loaded me up with horror stories about how getting alcohol in SLC requires some sort of joining-a-club manouevre, etc. etc.). The desk clerk said, "We have the Manager's Special every day from 5:30-7:30, free drinks in the lounge." I headed loungewards, expecting to find iced tea and lemonade, but, by god, they had an open bar pouring free drinks--however much you wanted of whatever you wanted. I told the bartender I'd like a glass of wine, making my illustrative hand gestures conveying Much wine! Much wine! and he pulled down a beer glass and said, "Do you want me to just fill this up for you, and you could take it to your room?" I thought he was joking, but no, he wasn't. I composed myself and got an ordinary respectable wineglass full of cabernet and took that up to my room, where I discovered The Matrix was on TV, and so had a most pleasant evening.

--Most fun moment of the conference: Standing at one of the half-dozen computers provided for attendees' use, jammed shoulder-to-shoulder with earnest academic advisors dutifully checking their work e-mail, I did a little furtive blog-surfing and discovered to my delight that various people seemed to be enjoying and passing around the "romantic taxonomy" thing, and I let out a little "Eeeeee!" of happiness, greatly disconcerting my aforementioned earnest colleagues.

--You Know You've Been In Slash Fandom Too Long: When you subject every hotel you stay at to scrutiny as to its fitness for hosting a slash con. Just for the record, the Embasssy Suites in Salt Lake City would be marvelous. Not just because of the aforementioned free drinks, but also--free breakfast! Real breakfast, with eggs and sausage and pancakes and everything! And a really nice jacuzzi hot tub! I spent some time Tuesday morning wandering around the hotel, studying the floor plan, and thinking, OK, you could put panels in here, and the art show here, and the vid show would work great in here, and--oh yeah, this'd make a bitchin' con suite!

--Funniest sight: The conference was being held at two hotels that are separated by a rather busy street ("busy" by SLC standards), and of course there was a clearly-marked crosswalk between them, but also, at each side of the crosswalk, little bins containing bright hazmat-orange flags, and a sign saying "To increase your visibility, please carry a flag when you cross." I refrained, trusting my urban streetcraft and native cunning to get me across without mishap, but had fun watching other attendees marching back and forth, some holding their little orange flags high, others sticking them out in front in the manner of school-crossing guards. Heeeee.

Off to work, where tons o' crap await. Tonight, viewing of this week's Buffy and Smallville, from tape. And then I can finally read through e-mail and blogs/LJs without spoiler-dodging.

Replies: 3 comments

LOL! I'm just picturing a big banner in downtown SLC saying "Welcome Slash Fans!" Maybe with artwork showing men kissing....

But then, I'm in a strange mood.

Welcome back!

Posted by Ardent @ 10/03/2002 10:12 AM CST

Oh, yeah, Ardent! I love that idea! They could put those giganto-enormo pictures on the sides of buildings (like they had for the Olympics) of various slash pairs. Yummy! Imagine Fraser and Ray 10 stories high!! Eeee!

And in SLC, too... ::g::

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