I may do a worldcon report when I get home, but I doubt it. I'm full of sashimi now. Flew in okay on Wednesday, did lunch and dinner with Lee and Barry Gold. Did dim sum with them and Lynn Gold. Lotsa shopping and pilgrimage to Bakka. Dinner with a friend who lives in Toronto, in the belly of a mall. Friday was room food in the con suite, a Guy Gavriel Kay reading, dinner with a group at a place with yummy sushi and sashimi. Saturday was more room food, and dinner in Chinatown, followed by the first half of the Stan Rogers retrospective and the storytelling circle. I'd planned to party crawl after the Dorsai Irregular filk, but once that started, party crawling seemed kinda redundant. It wasn't their Tully, but the akavit I had after (which we'd packed ourselves) that got me plastered. Well, that and whatever else I had. Oddly, when Bill Roper laughed as I explained I no longer remembered what was in which of our flasks, I was not yet drunk.

Today was steak and eggs for breakfast and Regency Dance in a room far, far too small. We got permission to dance in the halls. Things started 1 hour late. We had 2 hours total. End result: 2 dances. Then, I tried to make a second panel, having enjoyed the one I'd made earlier in the day, and dozed from start to finish. This was followed by a lot of yummy sashimi, including a couple of things I'm sure the chef created on the spot -- in fact, he confirmed that the salmon with just a tiny sliver of cucumber, wrapped in seaweed, was done special. Oh, and an eel, shrimp, crab, and other stuff roll.

Oh, and we have four new stacks of books to figure out how to pack.
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