jealous dream and weekend update
Jan. 25th, 2006 07:55 pmI dreamed this morning that I was terribly jealous, because a friend of mine got to move into the Mayor's mansion, and her rooms were bigger than my house. And she didn't have to pay rent. It was super posh. I don't think the Mayor of Seattle even has a mansion.
I had some good dreams this weekend, the most humorous of which were all conference related.
Got a good hat over the weekend, fleeing creeps with
thisisnotanlj in San Antonio. Also got to see
kzookev,
librarian,
anneheathen,
rebellibrarian and Walter. Plus I got to hang out with
bgliterary, whom I'd heard such fabulous things about from many friends.
Did get to go to one thrift shop and got a fuchsia fuzzy thing, which I thought was a $4.99 sweater, but turned out to only be $2 shawl. Yay!
Conference itself was good. My committee is shaping up nicely. And the discussion was delightful. I can't tell you how good it feels to sit around for hours and have intellegent conversations about graphic novels with 10 other people.
Awards ceremony very satisfying (if a bit early in the morning). I was THRILLED that Criss Cross got the Newbery, and almost as delighted by the Alex and Printz choices. Delighted to see a new award for Early Reader books. Makes me think that we could have a best graphic novel award in the next 10 years. Maybe that can be my next project...
Fell in love with Schilo's Delicatessen. Went 3 times. Especially adore the home-made root beer. And the pea soup.
Got hit on by:
1) drunk vendor - direct quote: "I have a large condom".
2) scary men on street
3) married professional golfer in hotel bar (and elevator...run away run away).
4) cute starbucks employee. - "Are you another librarian?" (I nod gloomily...I hate being grouped so easily)...his response: "HHHHHOT!" And then proceeded to flirt with me while making coffee. I blushed twice during the conversation.
5) drunk women petting me and saying how pretty I am (two nights in a row, completely unrelated or provoked)
Overall, dismal flirting grounds. Even at classy joints like Beers and Steers where we went for karaoke, and craptacular piano bars.
The weekend was a lot of fun, but boy am I glad to be home, with no plans to leave town at all until April, and no flights until June. Unless of course I actually get my house repairs together, and still have enough change to visit NYC this spring. And maybe Comicon, too. But for now, it is my couch, my bed, my gym, maybe gardening soon, or perhaps some camping, and of course work. But mostly, home.
I had some good dreams this weekend, the most humorous of which were all conference related.
Got a good hat over the weekend, fleeing creeps with
Did get to go to one thrift shop and got a fuchsia fuzzy thing, which I thought was a $4.99 sweater, but turned out to only be $2 shawl. Yay!
Conference itself was good. My committee is shaping up nicely. And the discussion was delightful. I can't tell you how good it feels to sit around for hours and have intellegent conversations about graphic novels with 10 other people.
Awards ceremony very satisfying (if a bit early in the morning). I was THRILLED that Criss Cross got the Newbery, and almost as delighted by the Alex and Printz choices. Delighted to see a new award for Early Reader books. Makes me think that we could have a best graphic novel award in the next 10 years. Maybe that can be my next project...
Fell in love with Schilo's Delicatessen. Went 3 times. Especially adore the home-made root beer. And the pea soup.
Got hit on by:
1) drunk vendor - direct quote: "I have a large condom".
2) scary men on street
3) married professional golfer in hotel bar (and elevator...run away run away).
4) cute starbucks employee. - "Are you another librarian?" (I nod gloomily...I hate being grouped so easily)...his response: "HHHHHOT!" And then proceeded to flirt with me while making coffee. I blushed twice during the conversation.
5) drunk women petting me and saying how pretty I am (two nights in a row, completely unrelated or provoked)
Overall, dismal flirting grounds. Even at classy joints like Beers and Steers where we went for karaoke, and craptacular piano bars.
The weekend was a lot of fun, but boy am I glad to be home, with no plans to leave town at all until April, and no flights until June. Unless of course I actually get my house repairs together, and still have enough change to visit NYC this spring. And maybe Comicon, too. But for now, it is my couch, my bed, my gym, maybe gardening soon, or perhaps some camping, and of course work. But mostly, home.