Well, here we are in San Francisco on the second day of our trip. We would’ve posted something sooner, but we’d gotten only two hours of sleep. Getting ready for the trip down south got kinda sorta rilly-rilly hectic.
Day one: We stopped across the bay, in Alameda. Y’know, where they keep the nu-clee-arr wessels. Thanks to the folks at the Willamette Radio Workshop, we were blessed by the hospitality of former Portlanders Bob and Laura Lundy-Paine for our first night. There was lasagna and kittens and everything.
Day two: After a quick stop at my favorite Mexican restaurant in the whole fricking world — it’s mine, you understand?! mine, mine, mine, go, go, go! — we hit the Golden Gateway Holiday Inn, the site for this year’s World Horror Convention. It doesn’t start till Friday, but today was time to sign in, set up our tables in the dealer’s room, and say a few hellos.
The real horror (hence the mention of Bowie and Bing) began once we had to pay for our parking space. It wasn’t a parking fee. It was a ransom. And they didn’t even accept plastic. We had to go back into the hotel just to use the ATM. At least highwaymen didn’t make you load their guns before they robbed you….
Fortunately we’ve already gotten some interest from would-be customers. And the con hasn’t even started yet.