Worldcon misc.
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msagaraI forgot to mention something. Now that I've gotten sleep, there are probably many other things I should have forgotten to mention <wry g>.
While in the green room before one panel, I ran into Lois McMaster Bujold. She walked up to the table around which many of us were sitting, and I noticed that she was wearing a large, silver-toned necklace. Large as in Very Large -- it was about two inches thick, and flat, and ... and looking at it, it seemed to be composed of... hugo pins. And nebula pins. And something from the World Fantasy. It was, in fact, the feminine equivalent of wearing all those hugo pins on your name-tag. But prettier. She'd taken them to a jeweller and had the necklace made.
My first thought was, I wonder what Resnick would think?
And her first words -- after our many words of admiration and astonishment fell into silence -- were, "I can't wait to see Mike Resnick's face."
Me either. And I didn't :/.
While in the green room before one panel, I ran into Lois McMaster Bujold. She walked up to the table around which many of us were sitting, and I noticed that she was wearing a large, silver-toned necklace. Large as in Very Large -- it was about two inches thick, and flat, and ... and looking at it, it seemed to be composed of... hugo pins. And nebula pins. And something from the World Fantasy. It was, in fact, the feminine equivalent of wearing all those hugo pins on your name-tag. But prettier. She'd taken them to a jeweller and had the necklace made.
My first thought was, I wonder what Resnick would think?
And her first words -- after our many words of admiration and astonishment fell into silence -- were, "I can't wait to see Mike Resnick's face."
Me either. And I didn't :/.
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Re: OCR Alert!
Date: 2004-09-08 02:20 pm (UTC)My cute anecdote: having Frederic Pohl and his wife step into our elevator, both dressed in gala gear. FP starts fussing with his hair, looking into the elevator mirrors, saying that he should have brushed his hair. His wife replies that he should've since a lot of people will be taking pictures of him. My friend Andrea intervened and said that his hair looked fine; I rushed to back her up in her assessment. I think they had us pegged for regular hotel guests, since neither of us had any Con shirts or tags.
When they left the elevator we looked at each other and squeeled a little. "Frederic Pohl! In a tux!" ^_^