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04 February 2007 @ 12:13 am
ChattaCon Report  
Earlier this week, I promised to write a ChattaCon 32 report once I was feeling better. Now that I'm mostly over the creeping crud, it's time to pony up the report.

I was ill when I wrote the piece on the airplane. I had the same congestion from Hell that laid me low this week, though it was merciful enough to wait until I was home before really striking. All it did to me over the past weekend was make my voice very hoarse and cause me to cough if I tried to chat too strongly. Overall, it was merely a nuisance.

The flight into Chattanooga Metropolitan was generally easy. It's a nice little airport; when I say "little," I mean that it is a regional airport with five gates, one bar, and probably gets about ten commercial airplanes in and out in a day. Like all airports, you aren't allowed past the security screening point unless you're boarding a plane. Unlike most airports, you can still see the waiting area from the gates down a hallway that's only about fifty yards long at most. I spotted my old friend Craig, the facilitator of the whole trip, almost as soon as I left the gate area, though I wasn't perfectly sure it was him at first. Oh, his face hasn't changed, but my memory was asking paranoid questions like, "Shouldn't he be looking down towards the gates if he's expecting me?" He was in fact sitting staring off into space, it turns out, because we landed early. Once we recognized each other and got past the surprise of me actually being there, it was like stepping back into an old conversation. The whole weekend was like that; while my friends and I would occasionally wonder out loud at the changes six years had wrought in all our lives, we would also stop and realize just how easily we were falling back into old patterns of friendship and behavior.

Thursday night was spent at my parents' house. I took my parents, my aunt Susie (who practically lives with my parents, I'm happy to say; she's always been the family glue, so to speak), and Craig out to dinner at a chain restaurant we all like called "Logan's Roadhouse." It's the kind of place where you get a bucket of peanuts on every table, still in the shell, and toss the empty shells down onto the ground. The food is excellent, fitting to the atmosphere. My parents are doing about as well as one could hope for their age. They've been married almost sixty years and are still quite smitten with one another. They are also both perpetually chilled and thus keep their house slightly warmer than high noon in high summer in central Nevada. Thanks to my mother's respiratory conditions, they also keep things about that dry. As I prefer to sleep with cold air moving over my face and regularly keep water by the bed under normal circumstances, my first night of sleep was more like a night of careful tossing and turning to avoid collapsing a bed without a box spring.

Friday morning, Craig picked me up for a pre-convention lunch with the gang down at the famous Pickle Barrel. The Pickle Barrel is a two-level pub in the sharp end of a pie wedge building. It's frequently smoky, it's dark, the wooden tables and benches are positively slick from years of handling (and a polyurethane coating), there's graffiti carved into every surface... and the food and drink selections are just as good as could be. If you have the chance, dine there; if it's open, sit on the upstairs patio. The group finally assembled over about twenty minutes; Craig and I along with Rocky, Tim (aka melcaine), Mark, Jesus Bryce, Teresa (aka Pope Joan), Jeremy, the other Jeremy, Jeremiah, and I'm thinking that was it. Sadly missing were some people I'd wish could have been there but were unable to attend the Con, such as J and Amelia (you two did NOT get married?!) and Bill Bill (aka akbill). Drinks were drank, food was eaten, exclamations of "you haven't changed at ALL! except for this, this, that, and this other thing" were made, and the hour and so we sat there set the genial tone for the rest of the weekend.

Friday afternoon, we finally meandered over to the Con. This year, ChattaCon was held at the historic Chattanooga Choo Choo Station, with hotel service by Holiday Inn. Choo Choo Station is a nice convention location and a fairly decent hotel, even if you aren't staying in one of the sleeper car rooms. There are a number of dining choices on campus, two theatres for events, several excellent meeting and lecture halls, and a few shops for knick-knacks and tourist bric-a-brac. Now, I'm going to go ahead and introduce one point now, as it impacts almost everything else that happens: the place is big. Its facilities are quite spread out; this was not helped by the placement of the various con rooms and services. For instance, the ConSuite of ChattaCon is something of an anachronism among sci-fi/fantasy and fen conventions, these days. The ConSuite is open about 23 hours a day during the con, offering chill and hang space, a general "meet up with me here" space, and here are the three real kickers: free food, soda, and beers. You read that rightly. Now, the ConSuite is frequently used as a hub for people to meet up, catch up, and roll out from for other con events. As such, it is best serving the con when it is centrally located. This year, it was at the ass end of the complex, separated from even the closest of the hotel rooms by about one-hundred yards and literally the entire complex away from the bulk of the event rooms. It was as inconveniently-placed as could be. This sort of set another tone for this con: diffusion. ChattaCon is a small con, fairly intimate. We used to meet at the Read House and later the Clarion Hotel. Both sites were fairly cramped; at times, you'd be surrounded on all sides by fellow conventioneers just going from one event room to another, let alone when you actually got into event rooms. We liked it that way. At this year's convention? It felt isolated. I was surprised anytime I saw more than twenty conventioneers in one place. It's not a good change in atmosphere, and I hope the con staff will reconsider staying with the Choo Choo for future cons. I know they're planning for 33 to return to the Choo Choo; I can only hope they've seen the light by 34.

Check-in for the room went smoothly. Check-in for the Con? Oy. Not so much. Our assemblage arrived at the Station at around 2:30 PM, a little early for registration for both the hotel and the con. The hotel was happy to check us into our rooms. The convention's registration desk already had a line thirty people deep that did not process one solitary person in the fifteen minutes we waited. We had the bright idea of heading to the room, settling in there, and coming back later once the con staff had ironed out the traditional start-of-con snafus. In this case, it was a case of "three computers at the desk, one working and the database was fuXXored." We spent an hour in the room making plans and so on before walking halfway across the complex BACK to registration to find that, while the line had lengthened, not one person had been issued a badge. We bet that waiting in line now would pay off compared to what might happen if we waited until later; besides, we couldn't go to anything until we had badges. About half and hour later, about ten people had been given badges, and con staff were carrying registration forms and pens down the line to allow people to fill out their data in advance in some vain hope of facilitating purchase of badges at the door. In our amateur opinions, it might have sped up the process had the person operating the only working computer not been hunting-and-pecking with one hand while looking back and forth between the screen, the keyboard, and the registration form in his hand. I, having been the only person in our group to have pre-registered, waited through the line with my friends for another full hour before a second computer was made to work, creating two lines: one for pre-registered guests and the other for "at the door" badges. This cut the lines in about half; about fifteen minutes after that, the third computer was online and was also processing pre-registered guests. This meant that I had about another full hour to sit and wait for my friends to be freed from Line Hell.

The only function I was able to attend that night was the dealer room. Thanks to the registration nonsense, the first night for most of the dealers was a total wash. The room only opened at about four; the first ten guests to receive badges might have made it through that line by five, and the room officially closed at eight. We only managed to cruise through by seven. I was afforded a pleasant surprise to find my friend Russ had dealer space for his business, Instant Attitudes. By coincidence, I was wearing one of Russ's shirts and had been pimping it to others in the line while waiting for badges, pointing them to the Website without realizing that I could have simply directed them to the dealer room. Russ, you'll be happy to know that every t-shirt I wore for the rest of the con was an IA original. I did quite a bit of directing of people to your booth. I hope your booth did well this year. Aside from that, the dealer room was only about half-used. Three book dealers, three sword booths, two quite good t-shirt sellers, and a smattering of other cons representing for the future. Most of the other cons sell themselves with room parties, one of which was exceptional and which I shall speak of later.

Some of you may be familiar with the issues I have had with my feet over the years. Standing for a solid three hours is a great way for me to essentially lame myself for the effective future. Walking over long distances will make that even worse. This is of course just what happened, so I was unable to attend the opening ceremonies and pretty much the whole first night of the con. My friends were only slightly lit by the time they came back to the room to hang out with my sorry ass; a couple of them were fully toasted and brought people to meet me, thus causing the Lame Duck Party on Friday night. More drinks were drank and fun was had. Surprisingly, sleep was had. Six different strains of wind instruments performing the Drunken Snoring concerto added to the throbbing misery of my feet had no effect on my ability to pass right the hell out.

Saturday began with a whimper. Actually, a chorus of whimpering; drinking will do that to you, especially when you mix in a dollop of sunlight. We got in a little role-playing; I reprised a very old role with an unexpected character (not only unexpected to me but to damn near everyone) and got to deliver some surprising information to the current crop of characters. For five minutes' preparation and maybe ten minutes work, it was damned good fun and more proof that I really do miss table-top gaming in ways that online gaming simply cannot satisfy. From there, I was feeling able and stable enough to roam about with my friends, exploring the cons and seeing what there was to be seen. Basically? Not much. ChattaCon has events and panels all throughout the day. That being said, the party doesn't really start until nine PM. We had lunch, we had a drink or two, we laughed, conversed, and drank in the rarified atmosphere. Plans were made and directions were taken. The required moment of drama wank was had when Tim made what he later declared to be an unwise decision regarding the purchase of a couple of swords. Drama occured and was eventually resolved, and that's enough said about that.

Craig, Rocky and I decided to take in a quiet dinner at one of the Choo Choo's finest restaurants, Dinner on the Diner. Some of you may be familiar with Rachel Ray. Rocky and his wife (quote of mine from early on: "Rocky got MARRIED?!") had seen Ms. Ray on one of her "restaurants round the world" travelogues in a feature on this restaurant and had put Rocky in mind of dining there during the con. If you have never experienced dinner on a real, old-fashioned dining car, I would have a hard time describing it. The only adjective that can do it justice is "classy," with "elegant" running for a tie. Thanks to the average age of my extended family, the music and ambiance of the Big Band era was right at home for me and only added to the experience of being quite the gentlemen about town we had during our fine dinner. The service was impeccable and the food was simply delicious. Should you be in Chattanooga on a Friday or Saturday night, do yourself a favor: call for a reservation. You will need one and you'll be glad to have made the trip.

Eventually, some of us decided that the Costume Contest would be good for a laugh. It was good for several laughs, only half of which were from the costumes. Every convention like this, whether ostensibly a "writers' con" like ChattaCon, sci-fi, fantasy, or anime-themed, brings out people who enjoy the art of costuming and the thrill of showing off your skills for an appreciative audience. As is also always the case, you're going to have a mix of skill and enthusiasm; rarely will these two things be found in equal amounts in the same person. ChattaCon, for all that it is a small convention when compared to the big names like DragonCon or Origins, brings out an inordinate amount of good cosplayers and costumers. I took a small number of pictures, some of which I might bother to post, eventually. There were a couple of people who stood out in my mind:

* There are several people in the Chattanooga area who attend everything they can in full Klingon dress. They have been doing this for a decade or two and have gotten quite good at it. This year, I saw only one, and he was either in a snit worthy of a Klingon or was deeply in character. I think he tried out for the Costume Contest and didn't make the final cut, which is a shame as his costume was quite good and would have done well compared to several others who did make the show.
* One woman dressed herself as a Blood Elf from World of Warcraft, complete with a gold exclamation point floating over her head. If you're a WoW addict, you should be laughing right now. If not, the explanation is that there are computer characters in WoW that offer quests, jobs to complete for rewards, who are identified by having either a question mark or an exclamation point over their heads. A silver mark means you can't talk to them yet, while a gold mark means you can. An exclamation mark means they have a job to take, while the question mark means you're working on their quest already. Explaining this to Tim gave him a great idea for a costume and badge theme next year; this year, his badge name was "Kiss Me For Prizes" but he had a hard time getting anyone to notice it without a long explanation. All he had to do was wear some punctuation...
* There was a duo, one of whom was an Alien, an excellently-fabricated full body application, who was being led around on a leash by a woman whose costume barely involved cloth and definitely did not include underwear. If the Alien's headpiece was animated to include a working jaw and secondary thrusting jaw, he would have won the contest easily.
* One gentleman was in a modified suit of Mandalorian battle armor, painted red and including some equipment for deep-water submersion. I personally dubbed him "SCUBA Fett." He didn't win the contest, if memory serves. He certainly deserved to win based on personality, if nothing else.
* One of the most memorable running gags of the con came from one of the child entrants, Super Poodle, a little girl in pink with puffball hair and a cape. She was cute, she was up way too late, and she was apparently caffeinated beyond all words, because upon taking the stage, she proceeded to chase her shadow in the spotlight. Quite amusingly, the Contest MC, Milk, later chased his shadow in the spotlight as well. Considering that he's about forty and four-hundred pounds... well. The Wild Turkey he was drinking probably helped.

The crowd waiting outside the theatre for seating to begin was the first group where I really felt like I was at ChattaCon. I was shoulder-to-shoulder with a hundred of my closest friends and neighbors, all chatting away and laughing. As I've said, with the con's various events spread hither and yon over way too much space, it felt like there was hardly anyone there for most of the con, but sitting in a theatre with them... well, with this crowd and with the solid red decor of the theatre in question, I honestly believe that the Contest judging should have started with the theme from the Muppet Show.

After the awards were handed out, it was time for room parties. The fifth floor of Building Three was party central this year; while there were other parties, the two or three up on Five were the ones to attend. To put things nicely, of the two serious rooms of debauchery that night, one was drug-free while the other was drugs-please. Well, "drug-free" is only true if you believe alcohol and hormones aren't drugs. Now, I have nothing against drug use; I don't partake anymore but find legalization to make the most sense of all positions. I will drink socially, and did that weekend. I will also quite happily flirt given the opportunity, and room parties at ChattaCon are nothing if not opportunities to flirt. Tim's badge game, "Kiss Me For Prizes," came into its own in the room parties; he gave away all the top prizes and most of the lesser prizes between the two main rooms. Teresa does quite well at parties like this. Seeing as she's six and a half feet tall and blonde, she gets offered a LOT of alcohol. Once upon a time, she was a lightweight. Now? You're not going to drink her under any table. You and your friends are not going to drink her under a table even operating as a group in shifts. She will be quite toasty, sure, but she's always up for another drink. As for me? The memorable flirting games of the evening came from the trio of young ladies who were advertising the room party. The three were all wearing M&M label t-shirts; the two outside the party room wore yellow shirts while the one inside the room party wore blue. All three were cute, all three were handing out candy, and the real catch? To get candy, you had to let the girl feed you a piece by hand. Oh, no, Brer Fox, don't toss me into that briar patch! Their names were quite representative, "Sugar" in blue, "Spice" and "Everything Nice" in yellow. Sugar was a wanderer, and wasn't nearly as interesting to me as Spice and Nice, who lived up to their names quite well. I'm apparently quite funny to drunken girls; Spice was nicely warmed and laughing at my jokes very easily. (Should by some quirk of fate you read this, Miss Spice, my apologies for not paying more of my attention to you; it's not a mistake I'd make again though it is one I deeply regret in hindsight.) Nice was completely lit; she giggled and tried to make sense of every ridiculous thing I said in the way of drunken young women. If I'd been serious about my pursuit, I'd be able to tell you if her logo shirt looked better on her or on my floor. (On the off chance you should read this, Miss Nice, do not take any of this the wrong way; I adore a woman who enjoys herself in everything. ;) Tim's big brag of the whole badge game he was playing was that he completed the M&M trio set, handing out top prizes to each of the three. Considering the name of the game, you can guess for yourself what the top prizes were given out for doing, yes?

Sunday was and always is the come-down, chill and say goodbye day for ChattaCon. Many people wait until Sunday to buy anything in the Dealer Room; most of the dealers do what all convention dealers do on Last Day and run massive sales designed to lighten the amount of product they have to cart home. This con, none of us bothered buying on Sunday. We were mostly up and around by nine, despite hangovers of epic proportions. As usual, I was spared a hangover by simply not having more than a couple of drinks over the whole night. I have entirely too much fun observing and playing with my inebriated friends and companions. While a couple of people decided that they'd best be hitting the road, most of us decided to have one more luncheon together before truly ending the con, so we hit up Buffalo Wild Wings after checking out of the room. We arrived about a half-hour before they even opened, but lucked out and caught a server who had herself been cruising the con room parties not six hours before and who kindly took pity on us. She provided good service and I wish I could remember her name. I'm not for certain on this, but if you're downtown near the Aquarium (itself a wonderful afternoon's diversion), see if you can get a table in Kim's section. Prepare to tip well; she won't let you down. We sat there for a couple of hours, talking NERO with a couple of Rocky's friends who were regular players. NERO is huge these days with chapters all over the country. If I was someone who liked getting hit with boffer weapons and sleeping in cabins or tents, it would probably be a lot of fun.

Once our luncheon was ended and goodbyes were said, Craig and I visited his parents and our old friends, the Rolands. None of them have changed a jot, in my humble opinion, and it was a pleasure to see them as usual. I finally headed home to spend Sunday night with my mother. My sister was there, and we managed to be civil if not overly cordial to one another. At no point did she or I attempt any physical contact or shows of affection, a state of affairs with which I am both comfortable and happy to leave be.

Monday morning, Craig and I spent an hour or two as we did the first hour after he picked me up at the airport. We sat at Waffle House and enjoyed one another's company. You really don't want to know how many hours in the dead of night we two spent together at one Waffle House or another over the years. As much as anything else we did, going to sit in a booth and chat over coffee strong enough to make a trucker flinch was a homecoming for me and a touchstone to old and happy times. After that, there was little else to do. We arrived at Chatta Metro with time to spare and so indulged in the time-honored tradition of travellers parting ways by having a drink in the airport bar. I fumbled through security, Craig called his goodbye when he saw that I was to be allowed passage, and that was roughly that. My darling Ali picked me up at DFW, still herself not over the same illness which would flatten me over the following two days. Still, we took the time to enjoy a dinner at Bennigan's together before finally going home. ("Oh boy, Bennigan's!") I think we've found ourselves a new favorite restaurant. While I enjoyed my trip, I was never so happy as to be with Ali again. I've missed my friends like crazy, these past six years. Hard to describe, the feeling of having been gone for so long and yet picking up conversations like they happened yesterday. Still, what this trip taught me was that home isn't a place. Home isn't a location. Home is wherever Ali is. Also, no more travelling without Ali. Nope.

That means of course that the next ChattaCon I attend, she's just going to have to go with me.
 
 
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Ace Lightning: Ace in spaceacelightning on February 4th, 2007 07:34 am (UTC)
1. how's Popesie doing? and Amelia?

2. "NERO is huge these days"?! Alex was in NERO until he went to college. he joined before he was even old enough to drive, so guess who got to drive to some decrepit summer camp three hours away on Friday nights, and then drive back on Sunday afternoon to pick him up. and also guess who got to make all the costumes. the NERO staff kept exhorting me to join and play, partly because my everyday clothing often got mistaken for garbe. but i just don't enjoy roleplaying.

3. your first link to Bennigan's is actually a duplicate of the link to NERO.

4. sorry you weren't feeling well.

5. Ali's probably going to love ChattaCon, whether she thinks so now or not ;-)

Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 4th, 2007 05:03 pm (UTC)
1) Popesie's doing quite well. She's got a job she loves and surprisingly still likes living in Chattanooga. Amelia didn't make it to the con, but from what I'm hearing from the boys, she's doing okay. More than, from the sound of things.

2) NERO is huge now, yes.

3) Fixed.

4) Same here. Getting better now. I feel roughly now like I felt on Sunday.

5) We'll see, I suppose. She's not huge on cons, and the main two appeals to ChattaCon (seeing people you know and getting drunk with them) wouldn't really apply to her.
Ace Lightning: Vulcan Aceacelightning on February 5th, 2007 12:18 am (UTC)
i daresay she'd enjoy the vendors' room, though.

Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 5th, 2007 01:46 am (UTC)
Not as much as you'd think. They've had much more interesting dealer rooms in the past. This one had less space than the last CC dealer room to which I went, and not all the booths were filled.
Ace Lightning: glass of wateracelightning on February 5th, 2007 04:48 am (UTC)
does she know your old friends at all?

and, speaking of cons and con-like gatherings, and dealers...
i just read about this in someone else's LJ a few hours ago. it's taking place next Saturday, less than a week from now. but the location is pretty close to me - i've been to a few "computer fairs" there. and the admission isn't too expensive. as i looked around the site, i noticed that Voltaire is one of the scheduled entertainers. hmm, this is looking more and more interesting! i was going to email the URL to Alex when i got done exploring the website... and then i looked at the list of merchants, and he's already going to be there ;-) (yes, i'll probably go.)


Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 5th, 2007 01:02 pm (UTC)
Nope, she doesn't know any of them at all.
craigers01 on February 4th, 2007 06:13 pm (UTC)
Boy, what a time we had, eh Sam? It was sooo good seeing you and your parents.
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 4th, 2007 06:54 pm (UTC)
It was loads of fun, brother.
Steve McKnellydenali1 on February 7th, 2007 07:18 pm (UTC)
Naw, couldn't be that Craig.

Surely not.
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 7th, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
Oh yes it is, my brother. Same guy, who was kind enough to arrange for that whole trip into Chattanowhere just to see me again. I tell you... (sniff) makes a guy feel all special... (sniffwheeze) I promised myself I wouldn't get all verklempt...
Steve McKnellydenali1 on February 7th, 2007 07:48 pm (UTC)
So, then, he would understand and remember the phrase "ARGHH! NO BRAKES!"

Right?

Damn Audi lover. :)
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 7th, 2007 08:39 pm (UTC)
Heh, oh, I think he'd remember those words. ;)

He's driving a Plymouth Breeze now. Same car my mother drives. heh
silver splits the blue: AngelKissashbet on February 5th, 2007 01:04 am (UTC)
>>>Some of you may be familiar with the issues I have had with my feet over the years. Standing for a solid three hours is a great way for me to essentially lame myself for the effective future.

Ugh . . . I'm so sorry to hear this, it's the same issue I ran into at my last two Convergences . . . especially since they're not too generous with seating at the evening venues.

>>>* There was a duo, one of whom was an Alien, an excellently-fabricated full body application, who was being led around on a leash by a woman whose costume barely involved cloth and definitely did not include underwear. If the Alien's headpiece was animated to include a working jaw and secondary thrusting jaw, he would have won the contest easily.

. . . is it wrong of me to think that this is terribly hot?

>>>The crowd waiting outside the theatre for seating to begin was the first group where I really felt like I was at ChattaCon. I was shoulder-to-shoulder with a hundred of my closest friends and neighbors, all chatting away and laughing.

That is SUCH an awesome feeling . . . I'm glad you had it, even if the rest of the con had the social experience a bit more diffused.

>>>Oh, no, Brer Fox, don't toss me into that briar patch!

*snort* You're stealing my line!! ;>

The con sounds brilliant . . . and I'm all smooshy about the "Home is where Ali is" . . . awww, yay :)

So glad you're home, (mostly) recovered, and had such a great time hanging out with old friends!!

-- A :D
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 5th, 2007 01:45 am (UTC)
Well, the seating was half my fault. The hotel lobby was generously appointed with comfortable chairs. I just felt like shit sitting there while my friends had to stand in line to hold places for us, you know?

It was a great con, even if the site had a couple of drawbacks that altered the atmosphere.
Katkatmoonshaker on February 5th, 2007 03:21 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you still managed to enjoy it... hey! Maybe next con in TN you and Ali can come to Hypericon!! http://www.hypericon.info/
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 5th, 2007 03:29 pm (UTC)
Eh. It's possible, but I wouldn't hold my breath. I'm not normally a con-goer. Dallas has what, three, four different cons you'd think I'd be into? A-Kon, Cape, Dallas Comic-Con, etc. I never go to any of them. The only reason I go to ChattaCon is because the people I know go there.
Katkatmoonshaker on February 5th, 2007 03:46 pm (UTC)
I know... I'm just saying that at Hypericon you know us!! ::grin:: And I could dress Ali!!!!!! ::bounce bounce::
Katkatmoonshaker on February 5th, 2007 03:18 pm (UTC)
Only if they're out of the ChooChoo!! I was afraid that it was going to be the same old, same old. I was talking about it being a problem for those of us with walking, handicapped issues and the head honchos said "oh no, we've got a MUCH better shuttle service now". BTW where the consuite was this year? That's where it was last year. I thought I was going to die.
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 5th, 2007 03:33 pm (UTC)
The shuttle service was... eh. Some of the drivers apparently decided that they didn't need to stop at ALL the marked stops, from time to time. The consuite was out in the old skating rink building, remember where that was? From what I'm told, that's where it was for last year's con, too. I don't want to have to hop a shuttle just to go to the Consuite. That defeats the purpose of the Consuite, a central point that you can get to from damn near anywhere on not much notice.

I remembered when I was doing this writeup that I didn't even bother checking out the Video Gaming room this year. I looked through the program and didn't see any movies or anime, making me think they didn't even bother holding a con movie theater this time. Honestly, if so many friends of mine didn't have ChattaCon as their home con, I wouldn't bother going at all.
Katkatmoonshaker on February 5th, 2007 03:45 pm (UTC)
I know, I was there last year. Last year there were only about three parties as well... and one other that was 'invitation only'. It was the worst Chattacon that I'd ever been at, and that includes being off in the side pocket of the Reed Hotel. I basically froze my butt off last year. I hit the art show and the dealer's room twice and I didn't go to the consuite nearly as much as I would have if it were in a central location. meh. As for the drivers... they were like that last year as well... folx would try to wave them down and they'd still go by.
Hyrkanianhyrkanian on February 5th, 2007 08:30 pm (UTC)
I've only ever been to ChattaCon at the Reid House, I can't imagine it being at the Choo-Choo. Not that I have anything against the Choo-Choo (and yes there is some fabulous food to be had there). But as you've described, it just wouldn't be the same small-con intimate atmosphere.

Thanks for the con report, was a fun read. :)
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 5th, 2007 08:39 pm (UTC)
That's the basic issue of diffusion that I was seeing, yes. It's not a big enough con to need all that space or that needs to be that spread out, so we just end up losing the small-con atmosphere.
craigers01 on February 6th, 2007 05:38 pm (UTC)
I can't believe you did this to me!
I just wanted to let you know Sam, that you were contagious! I got this crud that you had. I couldn't stop coughing up stuff. It was hellacious! Missed two days of work before I figured out I would be just as miserable at the office as I would be at home. I haven't had a good night's sleep since Tuesday night a week ago.
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 6th, 2007 05:42 pm (UTC)
Re: I can't believe you did this to me!
Shite, I was afraid of that. Sorry to have been the plague-bearer, man.
craigers01 on February 6th, 2007 08:01 pm (UTC)
Re: I can't believe you did this to me!
hehe, It's all good bud. It was worth the coughing until I vomit just to see you again.

Wait... maybe it wasn't... =)
Traveler Farlandertwfarlan on February 6th, 2007 08:23 pm (UTC)
Re: I can't believe you did this to me!
Ah, there's the one thing the weekend was lacking. A healthy dollop of guilt. ;)
craigers01 on February 7th, 2007 02:23 pm (UTC)
Re: I can't believe you did this to me!
It's the little old jewish mother in me.