Putting it back safely in its protective cardboard box, I turned to Mike. I said, grinning. He spread his hands in supplication for a moment in answer. I said, bathing in the full glory of my precognitive prowess, and embracing him, with hearty pats on the back and congratulations streaming from my soothsaying yap. Of course, if he hadn t won, I d have just gone upstairs and hid from him for the rest of the convention.
Time always blasts by at conventions.
I m sure there s more, but some of it s sort of blurred, as most good con experiences tend to get with the amount of alcohol, people, and cool shit going on. WHC 2000 is in Denver, Colorado. You can bet I ll be there. They d better have glass elevators, or I ll be pissed.