No, not the vulture, but a good old fashioned con… er, convention. Bill and I had a fun, relaxing weekend at Condor XVI this year. But to do this convention justice, you’ll have to peruse their website and Chaz Baden’s photo gallery. Because Bill and I, well, we slept late in our hotel room, hung out by the pool and con suite (which opened out to the pool patio) with our friends, and basically did nothing resembling work all weekend.
Okay, not totally true. In spite of Bill’s quiet demeanor, when it comes to books he’s a type A personality. Friday, Amber Benson visited Condor and she and Bill exchanged a quick hello before she signed his books. They go back a ways only in that she really wants to go to the Magic Castle someday and never can find the right time. As soon as she laid eyes on Bill she said, “Ah! Hi! I still really want to go to the Castle!” Bill gave the standard answer when people tell him that, “yeah, yeah.” Amber is SO MAJOR cute and a talented young woman. My high opinion of her has nothing to do with the fact that I’m a big Buffy fan… ☺ And she’s starting to write more and more books, so you should find them and read them.
Amber putting Bill’s business card in her bag
Todd McCaffery was there too and signing for people, but I was yaking with my friends, purchasing jewelry and a voo-doo doll in the dealer’s room from Liz, and failed to snap a good photo of his signing. But trust me, he was here and busy with his fans! Hey, I’m on vacation. Sort of. Okay, here’s me Saturday morning, typing blog stuff by the pool. But I’m at least wearing said jewelry around my neck. I can do both. Being married to Bill, I have to squeeze my relaxing time in wherever I can.
Bill surprised me by suggesting we go to one of my favorite places for dinner – Joe’s Crab Shack. Oh yeah. Not only do I consume bottom feeders with a disgusting shell sucking passion, but they have this drink…. ☺ It’s called a shark bite. Words do not do it justice – just observe….
Shark bite begins
Shark bite blood
Shark bite blood drip
Shark bite blood flow
Shark bite last drops
Shark bite Peggy drinks bloody drink
Shark bite every last drop
The next morning we hung by the pool with Mitch and Ken, but since we’d slept late it was soon off to meet Bill’s mom Ayako Wu for lunch at the sushi buffet Onami. Bill hates sushi. But my new mother-in-law and I love sushi, so we win and he fills up on teriyaki chicken and California rolls. Bill acts like a kid who grew up in the suburbs of San Diego – like no global diversity at all. Oh, wait, I guess that IS what happened. Ayako, who was born and lived in Japan until her late 20’s, and goes back to visit family frequently, is actually surprised Bill can even operate chop sticks. Bill frowns and pouts at his mom and says of course I can, she’ll wink at me, and that’s basically how our little family lunches go. Quite the pair, those two. Here we are as we’re leaving Onami. It’s she pretty? We just love her.
The day was young so we said goodbye to Mom and made the short drive back to Condor, hung around more, settling again by the pool (except now it was getting chilly). Bill and Ken played around with magic tricks. We just got this new camera and Bill keeps snapping “candid” shots of me. Yes, ha ha, you caught me on my laptop again. I’m a week behind, alright? I can work and relax at the same time… really.
Saturday evening there was the traditional masquerade, which we missed while out grabbing dinner, and the room parties were just getting started by the time we wandered back. We swung by both Chaz’s party where he served home made lemon cupcakes (baked in a toaster oven 12 at a time) and the LosCon party which had yummy meatballs. But Bill and I partied out early and retired to our room. We can’t tell if we’re just getting too old to par-tay all night or if it’s a newly wed thing. Maybe both.
Sunday morning we packed up, checked out, and yep, went back to hang out by the pool and con suite some more. Bill snuck a few more pix of me typing by the pool without me knowing. Ha ha, very funny… he was INSIDE the hotel so I didn’t see him. The cool and sunny San Diego weather could not have been more perfect and we were reluctant say good-bye to friends we hardly ever see and make the several hour drive back up to Los Angeles. But at last, we climbed into our green Pathfinder and headed north, only stopping at one book store on the way home. I guess we were a little tired out from all that relaxing.
Until our next relaxing adventure…
P~