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So I'm finally home. Some of you heard me say that I planned to spend a few extra days after TWH to take the train to Maine (in the rain). In one of those odd situations that I never plan for, I seemed to have missed a horrible travel day for countless fen who were travelling west.
isiscolo has a particularly horrific one. Oh, and if you want to see Isis and me, and a lot of you, in our ball attire, go check this post. She's looking for permission to post LJ names, so if you don't mind, go see if you're in some of them.
I'm going to have more posts about TWH (my photos are not digital, so there'll be a bit of a delay), but I'm going to tell you about Maine first, so you don't feel too envious of me. I picked out a city on the rail line in Maine, which looked to be a small resort venue, and I booked a B&B sight unseen. Now I was feeling horribly morose and pitiful after Isis left, because the con was one of those mountaintop experiences that you hate to see end. And it was grey and bleak when I wound my way through the streets of Salem to the station with my one-wheeled suitcase (the other is somewhere else on the planet, I presume). I got on the train, had a peaceful ride through Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and southern Maine, and got off in the most empty, deserted town I'd ever seen. In the rain. Dragging my one-wheeled impedimenta. After settling in to the place (being not surprisingly the only guest), I set off to see the ocean. In the rain. Even the pier was closed off. Nothing was open (Monday was a holiday) and I managed to cover every single thing to see in about an hour. It was one of those "What have I done?" moments. I decided then and there, that nothing is as cringe-inducingly pitiful than an amusment park shut down for the season. In the rain. (I have photos).
If you've read "After the Flood" by Cassie Claire, Harry and Draco have a scene very much like this. Except instead of teddy bears in the room, I had a life-sized bust of Michelangelo's David, along with some truly ...creative ... Roman decor.
I found a store, bought some crackers, cheese, and wine, and proceeded to make the best of the day by rereading my own stories. I noticed all the mistakes this time, too.
Tuesday, I got out of Dodge by taking the train to Portland, which I probably should have done in the first place, and taking a harbor cruise, shopping, having about the worst fish-and-chips dinner ever, and chatting to tons of friendly folks. I even found a feminist erotica store, but I won't mention what I bought. So my trip to Maine was redeemed (like my favorite Slytherin).
I've been on the track/air/road for 11 hours, so I'm tired. I have drawings to scan and post, a ficlet written for me by
rosesanguina that I need to type for you, and more details, but manana, baby.
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I'm going to have more posts about TWH (my photos are not digital, so there'll be a bit of a delay), but I'm going to tell you about Maine first, so you don't feel too envious of me. I picked out a city on the rail line in Maine, which looked to be a small resort venue, and I booked a B&B sight unseen. Now I was feeling horribly morose and pitiful after Isis left, because the con was one of those mountaintop experiences that you hate to see end. And it was grey and bleak when I wound my way through the streets of Salem to the station with my one-wheeled suitcase (the other is somewhere else on the planet, I presume). I got on the train, had a peaceful ride through Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and southern Maine, and got off in the most empty, deserted town I'd ever seen. In the rain. Dragging my one-wheeled impedimenta. After settling in to the place (being not surprisingly the only guest), I set off to see the ocean. In the rain. Even the pier was closed off. Nothing was open (Monday was a holiday) and I managed to cover every single thing to see in about an hour. It was one of those "What have I done?" moments. I decided then and there, that nothing is as cringe-inducingly pitiful than an amusment park shut down for the season. In the rain. (I have photos).
If you've read "After the Flood" by Cassie Claire, Harry and Draco have a scene very much like this. Except instead of teddy bears in the room, I had a life-sized bust of Michelangelo's David, along with some truly ...creative ... Roman decor.
I found a store, bought some crackers, cheese, and wine, and proceeded to make the best of the day by rereading my own stories. I noticed all the mistakes this time, too.
Tuesday, I got out of Dodge by taking the train to Portland, which I probably should have done in the first place, and taking a harbor cruise, shopping, having about the worst fish-and-chips dinner ever, and chatting to tons of friendly folks. I even found a feminist erotica store, but I won't mention what I bought. So my trip to Maine was redeemed (like my favorite Slytherin).
I've been on the track/air/road for 11 hours, so I'm tired. I have drawings to scan and post, a ficlet written for me by
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Date: 2005-10-13 02:56 am (UTC)Glad you made it home safe and missed the Mysterious Unknown Radar Problems that pretty much wrecked the airspace around Logan Airport for a couple of days. :D
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 03:15 am (UTC)Anyway, I'm going to forget about the bad parts and remember the good parts: like the Harry/Draco OTP panel! Like the "slash as literary endeavor" panel! Like meeting you!
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 03:19 am (UTC)God, that was exactly the picture in my mind while reading your post! *laughs*
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:45 pm (UTC)I just saw that you're going to Lumos! You won't be sorry. Yay, Vegas!
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Date: 2005-10-13 03:29 am (UTC)I wish I'd gotten to talk to you more at TWH. It was a pleasure to meet you.
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:47 pm (UTC)It was fun to meet you, too. Not enough time, though, I agree. Vegas, here I come!
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-15 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-15 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 06:33 am (UTC)(My sympathy would have been even greater had I not been giggling just a little at the thought of you having nothing to read but your own stories. Are you going to send yourself feedback? *g*)
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Date: 2005-10-13 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-15 02:51 pm (UTC)When I think back to TWH, you really stand out as one of those women who made the whole thing so special for me. It was so fun to meet you and spend time together with all those Snape lovers.
Even if you are a snot who won't give me a foot massage on demand.
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:54 pm (UTC)So what if we're thousands of miles apart? My arms will reach...I promise!
(and I feel the same way about getting to spend time with you. I just wish it had been more time...or that we lived within driving distance of each other)
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Date: 2005-10-13 06:40 am (UTC)Maine's one of the few states I haven't been to -- I wish we would have known each other before and planned the trip together, it actually sounds like the kind of trip I'd enjoy! Especially with you, and yay! reading your stories. Mmmm, slash and train rides, two great things that go great together... *g*
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:53 pm (UTC)It was a pleasure to meet you and hear you wax poetic on Teh Slash, my dear.
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Date: 2005-10-13 08:18 am (UTC)I had been about to say 'Are you going to Portland' because it has the best designer craft shops in the world ever, which just about rescues from the otherwise greyness of the town. I can't imagine what an out-of-season resort town in that area would be like.
Wait a minute - I can!! (past life rushes past)
Glad you had a good trip and I'm keen to hear what TWH was like, from the horse's mouth, so to speak.
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 02:46 pm (UTC)This is SO a scene from The Talisman. If you haven't read it yet? You should. I'm thinking there's a reason Stephen King likes living in New England. Fiction fodder.
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Date: 2005-10-15 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 11:28 pm (UTC)But no fun playing it out without Draco. Poor you!
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Date: 2005-10-15 03:00 pm (UTC)You know what made me sad? Apparently CC showed up at the con. I never saw her or even heard the rumors, and yet I was with the crowd she should have been hanging with all weekend. None of us was aware. To me, her 'fame' is an albatross if it means isolation like that.
God, I had a great time, though. I'm going through con withdrawl this weekend. Plus I have to catch up on all the laundry and housework I skived out of. Poor pitiful me, huh? Only not.
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Date: 2005-10-15 03:49 pm (UTC)