Walked to 7-11 for lunch, but more for the free ATM. It is up a very steep hill, and it was raining and windy. I am so glad I brought my Seahawks stadium jacket and gloves. Got a couple of hot dogs and some chips. Brought them back to the hotel to eat.
Concerts were half an hour late, but panels/stuff in the small room were on time. Saw the Betsy Tinney concert, which was interesting. She accompanied herself (on cello) on a looper. Skipped the next concert to go to Talis Kimberly's A Capella Crafting Circle. I had not read the description, and thought it was a workshop on crafting a capella songs or singing. Turns out it was a knitting circle with people singing. I sang a song.
Back to concerts, a group called We're not Koi, which included Judy Miller on banjo and vocals instead of signing.
Next was Allegra Sloman, someone whose name I forget soon after I've seen her, but I always enjoy her music.
Band Scramble was a workshop in how not to organize microphones. 10 minutes each to balance sound. And after all that there is still buzz and low-level feedback. And musicians yelling that they can't hear themselves or an instrument in the monitors. It shouldn't be this complicated. At least this time they had the mikes color coded and the jacks for instruments labeled.
The stage-left step had been rocky through the whole con, and should have been removed/replaced the first night, but wasn't, until this evening, when a cellist tripped, fell, and broke the head off the cello. Cellist says she is undamaged, and I hope that's true but it looked like there will be bruises, at least. A collection was started for the repair of the instrument, but something like this has to be covered in the con's liability. If the step was provided by the hotel, then they should be on the hook for it too.
Skipped the farewell jam, as things have tended to be more ose than I want at a fun con, and walked in the rain and wind half a mile to 13 Coins for dinner. The first time I went there was when it was new, 1967 or 1968, it is open 24 hours which was unheard of back then, and it's definitely high end. I had planned to sit at the counter, which has swiveling high-back seats which sort of wrap around, but when I sat down there was no leg room, so I switched to a table in the lounge.
Service was very slow, even though there were only two other tables occupied. I got to listen to two blondes gossiping about their friend who had to get a restraining order against some stalker or husband, while I waited to order.
No clam chowder. What kind of high class NW restaurant does not have clam chowder? Boo. Hiss. Settled for cream of mushroom, which was luke warm when I got it. However, the antipasto and sourdough bread made up for it. Ordered the crab Louie. It took 20 minutes, and was a minimalist version. Two lettuce leaves supported a glob of crab meat, recently liberated from its can. A weak 1,000 island dressing was drizzled over it. I should have asked for dressing on the side. Also on the plate were two artichoke hearts which had seen fresher days, two halves of a hard boiled egg from the fridge, maybe a week old. And four quarters of a small heirloom tomato. And two halves of a small lemon.
It tasted okay, but was not worth the highly inflated price. Hot fudge sundae for dessert was pretty good.
Back into the storm, but the rain had mostly stopped and the wind was at my back. Halfway to the hotel I passed all the con guests of honor apparently bound for where I had been.
Back to my room just to hang up my coat, then down to the smoked salmon filk. There was some entertainment to be had, but then a lot of strident stuff, and a lot of people banging drums which made it hard for me to hear the words.
I'd been checking my webcams all day and had not seen either cat, at all. Not too alarming, since they both have favorite spots to plunk down out of camera range. Finally found them both, Pumpkin curled up against the big water bowl, Domino on the bed near the pillows.
Left at about 9:30 so I could write this and get to bed at a reasonable hour.
It was a fun con, and maybe I'll go again next year. One perk is bluesmancd will be Toast next year. It was wonderful seeing him at the con, he's been through way too much foo the past couple of years, and I love the way he plays guitar, especially when he gets roped into playing backup at a moment's notice.
Plans for tomorrow:
If I'm up in time for breakfast, I'll have that in the hotel, and with luck lemmozine will be there too.
Check-out at noon
Flight at 4 pm, so lunch & hang out at the airport