I’ve been mulling this blog over in my head while working and such… thinking of all that I wanted to say about the weekend… and as per normal some of what i thought in my head was perfect and awesome and it really would have been nice if i had written some notes or somesuch. LOL. But as usual i pretty much write this blog off the cuff… raw. (I DID however decide a few things I wouldn’t mention, so here we go…)
This year I brought a new bottle of Absinthe to CONtext and the Shroud Party, something i wanted to share with my friends and fellow writers. First i want to heartfelt thanks to Gwydion Stone, the founder of Wormwood Society . The Society is a fantastic website loaded with history and data for anyone interested in drinking or learning more about Absinthe. They have a review page loaded with data and I used this to make a special purchase. I decided this year I would bring a bottle of American made Absinthe. I ordered a bottle of Delware Phoenix Meadows of Love. The entire bottle was finished in less than four hours. Seriously. It was amazing and the Louche… I wish i had a camera to record it. AMAZING. So a HUGE thank you to Gwydion Stone. Between Stone and TA Breaux my friends have labeled me an “Absinthe Snob”, a title I’m beginning to like. Currently I am holding out waiting for Mr Stone to produce a batch of Marteau by review the greatest Absinthe one can find within the States… and probably the only rival to Jade Absinthe in the world. I eagerly await announcment for the next batch.
And with talk of Absinthe we move right into the Shroud Party. Those guys throw a hell of a Fete, let me tell you. I have a ton of completely hetero man-love for Tim Deal. Great publisher and great dancer the man can consume mass amounts of alcohol and still remain standing… and dancing! Last year I was “present” at the Party… This year I felt like I WAS part of the Party. Tim and Mark and Johnny had become my friends (even if Mark did totally cock block me…
) and I felt the most relaxed and comfortable ever. It was great and I’m sure I got to maudlin a bit too much but the hell with it. Good times. Even if D. Harlan Wilson did decide to pour his whiskey down my leg… I have a suspicion that it was deliberate (but i told myself to omit that part). Suffice I got a free book out of it and so all was forgiven.
I must have mixed thirty glasses of absinthe, more than a third of them for me! I chatted up many pretty girls (though had trouble talking with one… which is funny and also something that is *OMIT*). Told some great stories. Totally got to know Anderson Prunty a lot better. Only took a few pictures (note always charge your camera battery before going to a con!!) but retain a ton of memories.
and to the last part… the Shroud Party was held at… CONtext23!! This was my second year at the con and I will say it was far better than the first. Yes i had a great time last year… the thing is when you do something for the second time it becomes easier. Instead of meeting EVERYONE for the first time itwas only a few new faces and a ton of people I already knew. That makes the already relaxed atmosphere that much more relaxed. If i had to complain the main one would be that I should have given/ gotten some phone numbers (and no not in the pick up line sense!!) What I mean is that groups splinter off and run around and you have to either stay with the people you’re with or have to chase down another group. Also you spend a lot of your time wondering where people are already at and sometimes you miss meeting people. So if I had their numbers or they had mine we could text and meet up. For example Mike Knost was going to get a Guinness and I was gonna come along. He was wandering the slaes floor so i had a few minutes, Tim deal needed to find the Con Suite and I knew how to get there… so I took Tim to the room and when I returned Knost was gone. Now I didn’t know if he went for the beer or to his room. Therefore I missed out on having a Guinness with Mike. Its one of the Two regrest I have from the weekend.
But forget the regrets, they happened and let’s move on. The CON was excellent. I only took one class this year but it was a 5 hour long one and it had some amazing points. Simple stuff really but having it spelled out before my eyes really opened me up. Now I’m writing things and wondering, thinkinh more. Things I did automatically now make more sense. So I am happy… though I’m also thinking my Keegan and Slater novel is going to need serious work when i finish the rough. (i did lose a little faith in it). But again, little stumbles in otherwise mass of awesome! There is a publisher I’ve loved since I was a kid and first started to notice that more than half the books i bought just happened to have their logo on the spine. When I was in High School and writing was more a dream than a reality I kept saying that they were the only publisher i ever wanted, My name and their Logo on spines of books. This weekend I met one of their editors… I got his business card, and I got the promise that my manuscripts would not go into the slush pile. That right there was all I needed to make this weekend perfect, I was done right there, Friday afternoon, the CON was over because nothing could be better than that. Everything after that fact was just pure win. Yeah 2 Regrets, yeah Whiskey poured down my leg, yeah i didn’t save any Absinthe, Mark Wholley cock block (which is fine cause i was drunk anyway and she was a totally random but very lovely girl)…. LOL LOL Whatever. It was a glorious bloody time with many friends and i feel I’ve bettered anf furthered myself. It served a purpose and I am happy and humbled.
So again so many thanks. Thank you to Gwydion Stone for the education and the Absinthe. Thanky you to Tim Deal for the Party, for being Yourself, for allowing me to be Myself, and for making me feel “At Home among Friends”. Thank you to Knost for a great class and Bruanbeck for allowing me to stop him and get some books signed. Thank you to Shrews for an impromtu reading! Thank you Anderson Prunty for the books and the company.
Thank you everyone who came to CONtext and had a good time and became my friends. Thank you all. It was a hell of a good time.
