Home. Blank stare. Home.
I’m home. ComiCon was teh awesome, and the train ride there and back was lovely. I arrived home feeling very tired but not so-exhausted-the-body-gets-sick. The Muffin remarked that I looked a lot better than I usually do after a long trip that involves signings.
So tomorrow I’m going to blog about the madness that was ComiCon, and on Thursday it will be time to write about the train ride. There was a podcast interview that should be up soon, and the panel I was on–Eyes On The Present–was taped, so I’ll see if I can find that hanging around the web somewhere.
In the meantime, I put a chicken in the crock pot and am about to fix myself some coffee. I was aching for some decent espresso and some biscotti yesterday on the train like you would not BELIEVE.
Anyway, I’m still exhausted and my brain is pretty much sucked clean–so clean that I’m having difficulty typing, of all things. Ugh. So I’ll close for now. Just wanted to let everyone know I’m safely back at home.
Two things I can safely express about the trip, though: train rides are awesome but bumpy, I’ve got bruises in places I didn’t know I HAD; and ZOMG ComiCon is BIG. I heard there were 150,000 people there, and I’m sure that doesn’t count the people who were trying to scalp tickets ($600 was the going price, I was told, and people were willing to pay a little less than that to “borrow” or “rent” a badge.) There had to have been thousands of people in the dealer’s room alone, even with plenty of people attending panels, taking a break, sitting outside to watch the SCA combats, or just generally milling around.
Crowds give me headaches, but the writer in me was fascinated by all sorts of behavior.
I also got some pretty bad heat exhaustion Saturday. That San Diego sun is fierce. I didn’t spend a huge time outside–fifteen minutes or so to eat a breakfast burrito, forty-five minutes for an interview, and fifteen-twenty minutes to walk to the convention center from the hotel, another fifteen-twenty to walk back. But apparently that was enough to burn me and knock me out completely. I drank a lot of water, took some Tylenol and a cool shower, and went to bed. Thankfully, I bounced back enough to make my six AM train the next morning, but I still feel a little warm and discombobulated.
Oh, and last thing: diMedici in San Diego? AWESOME. They do Caesar salad–they mix the dressing up RIGHT AT YOUR TABLE. ZOMG. So good. Their fettuccine Bolognese wasn’t half bad either.
Tomorrow, dear Readers, I’ll tell you about ComiCon. But for right now it’s good to be home. I think I’m going to go hug my kids. Again.
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