Wiscon Monday, Madison Tuesday
May. 30th, 2012 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jinianMonday:
Slept until 10:45! Ate the little rhubarb pie with a spoon cleverly kept from the dessert salon.
Visited art show (already cleaning up and taking away) and dealers' room, messed about generally. I was going to sit outside and read, but it started raining as soon as I got to the Capitol. The anti-Walker protesters had a difference of opinion about whether it was a good idea to go under the trees (due to rain) or a bad one (due to possible lightning) but settled under one anyway. Too wet to read even under there, so I went to Michelangelo's and knitted and finished Flora's Fury.
Lunch at like 2:30, in a hole at Nick's. Eventually made it to the Dead Cow party, hung out with Lenore and Lise et al. talking about con organization and world travel. Felt kinda fannish for a change. Missed some people I was looking for, but scrammed when it started filling up too much and I wanted to check on some home things. Hid out in the room the rest of the night.
Tuesday:
Breakfast with roommates in the hotel restaurant. Crossed off my life experiences list "get drenched in soda spilled by waitstaff." Changed clothes, which were conveniently right upstairs, though inconveniently packed already.
Surprisingly, I felt that I had seen the botanic garden enough during my last three visits. I went to the lake. I tried to read the Onion, but it was way too windy; Best Science Writing 2011 was more physically manageable.
It was really windy.
![[Breakers are not normal lake behavior!]](https://p2.dreamwidth.org/435e8ee020f3/678086-503717/underhill.hhhh.org/~igg/2012-05-28-splash.jpg)
Also sunny, so eventually I was worred about burning and tired of so much wind. I walked along Gorham and found a little park.
![[Shady benches, sunny benches, birdbath, rose garden]](https://p2.dreamwidth.org/2de65830f9d8/678086-503717/underhill.hhhh.org/~igg/2012-05-28-park.jpg)
Look at the caustics from the water on that three-tiered birdbath!
Peacefully read about hormone therapy for menopause until lunchtime. (Summary: Timing and molecular composition are very important!) Then went to Casa de Lara for enchiladas and a margarita, then A Room of One's Own, which is moving down a block in July. Then gelato, then time for the airport shuttle.
My flights went smoothly, and I wasn't randomly screened for once. The end.
Slept until 10:45! Ate the little rhubarb pie with a spoon cleverly kept from the dessert salon.
Visited art show (already cleaning up and taking away) and dealers' room, messed about generally. I was going to sit outside and read, but it started raining as soon as I got to the Capitol. The anti-Walker protesters had a difference of opinion about whether it was a good idea to go under the trees (due to rain) or a bad one (due to possible lightning) but settled under one anyway. Too wet to read even under there, so I went to Michelangelo's and knitted and finished Flora's Fury.
Lunch at like 2:30, in a hole at Nick's. Eventually made it to the Dead Cow party, hung out with Lenore and Lise et al. talking about con organization and world travel. Felt kinda fannish for a change. Missed some people I was looking for, but scrammed when it started filling up too much and I wanted to check on some home things. Hid out in the room the rest of the night.
Tuesday:
Breakfast with roommates in the hotel restaurant. Crossed off my life experiences list "get drenched in soda spilled by waitstaff." Changed clothes, which were conveniently right upstairs, though inconveniently packed already.
Surprisingly, I felt that I had seen the botanic garden enough during my last three visits. I went to the lake. I tried to read the Onion, but it was way too windy; Best Science Writing 2011 was more physically manageable.
It was really windy.
Also sunny, so eventually I was worred about burning and tired of so much wind. I walked along Gorham and found a little park.
Look at the caustics from the water on that three-tiered birdbath!
Peacefully read about hormone therapy for menopause until lunchtime. (Summary: Timing and molecular composition are very important!) Then went to Casa de Lara for enchiladas and a margarita, then A Room of One's Own, which is moving down a block in July. Then gelato, then time for the airport shuttle.
My flights went smoothly, and I wasn't randomly screened for once. The end.
