Readercon: The Return of Dirty Girl
Well, okay, I suppose that title merits a little explanation. Hmmm, where do I begin? How about the Nebulas. Back in May I attended Nebula Awards Weekend since it was here in New York City, and somehow the always entertaining Paolo Bacigalupi and I ended up talking about...actually, I don't remember what we were talking about, but the end result of the conversation was Paolo forcing me to explain to him, The Slushgod and Paul Melko what was involved in certain, um...alternative sexual practices. (No, I'm not going to name them here. I don't want this site to be banned across the South and Midwest.) Now, I don't consider myself especially kinky or perverted, but apparently I'm the only one with an Internet connection, because I've yet to encounter anyone else who knows what these two, uh...acts are. What the fuck, people? Do your research, okay?
Anyway, that was the day I got dubbed Dirty Girl. And unfortunately the name popped up again this weekend, when, during dinner at this kick-ass Korean BBQ place in Burlington, the dish we were all enjoying, Bulgoki, somehow reminded The Slushgod of...well, of something else--specifically something that rhymes with Bulgoki but, again, the naming of it would get this site banned throughout most of middle America so sound it out yourselves. In any case, no one knew exactly what this thing that rhymes with Bulgoki was and so they all turned to me to explain it. Well, I certainly wasn't going to do that (I went to catholic school, god damn it!) but once again, I got called Dirty Girl simply because I knew what this thing that rhymes with Bulgoki was. Totally not fair, especially since John was the pervert who pointed it out, but there you have it.
And so that was Readercon!
Oh wait, there was more, wasn't there? No, I guess it wasn't all grilled meat and porn.
Let's see. The weekend started on Thursday when Mike (god bless him) drove me out to E!'s house in Bayside so we could begin our journey. E! and I got on the road at 10:25 exactly. We stopped for lunch around noon at a place called Hot Cakes, which seemed to be a popular stop for truck driver types. (We were the only women in the place and all the men turned to look when we walked in. It was creepy in a Steven King kinda way, but they made a real killer BLT.) In any case, we soon got back on the road, and made it to Burlington by 3 o'clock. And then promptly spent the rest of the afternoon working: E! was writing, I was critiquing manuscripts for TNEO. Then we went to the aforementioned Korean BBQ place.
On Friday, we spent time working, too. (God, we're boring) and then sometime in the afternoon, I met up with John and Doug and Jenny and we went to John's kaffeklatch, which was scheduled late, so halfway through, we all sort of decided to adjourn the kaffeklatch, once again, to the Korean BBQ place. (this was when John dirty mind thought the bulgoki sounded like something else.) Then we went back to the hotel for the Meet the Prose party where I met exactly 1 pro--the lovely Paul Tremblay, co-editor of Fantasy Magazine which recently published my first story, "Soft, Like a Rabbit." (plug plug plug)
Okay, moving on. Saturday--well, I don't remember what we did on Saturday, probably more hanging about, talking, talking, talking. (other people were talking, really. I mostly listened.) Went to see Lucius Shepard discuss film, which was cool. Went to the Odyssey Writing Workshop panel to support Jeanne and the Odyssey program. Saw a bunch of Odyssey friends: Susan Sielinski, JoAnne Cox, Julia Liberman. I'm sure there were more, but I'm blanking at the moment. I also met some nice people from Codex: Lon Prater, Mary Robinette Kowal, Joy Marchand.
Then we, I don't know - did more stuff and I finally remembered that I had a camera on me, just in time to snap of picture of Paolo expressing his admiration for my story. And, just like a writer, he insisted on showing not telling.
Then we went for Korean BBQ. Again. Yes, we had Korean BBQ three nights in a row. I'm going to have to eat salads and whole grains all week to make up for it.
I know at some point we ended up at a party in the consuite where cake was served and god damn them to hell for breaking out my kryptonite: cheese cake AND carrot cake. It was a hard fall. And I finally met Sean Wallace, to whom I will always be grateful for buying my first story.
Then we somehow ended up at the bar where more cake was eaten and more yapping went on. And that's where I pretty much crashed.
On Sunday, John and I went to Paolo's reading, which was fantastic. (He's got a collection of stories coming out from Nightshade in February. I can't wait for that.)
Then we went to the dealer's room to hang about the Prime Books/Wildside Press table.
And then it was time to go home, and this time E! and I were accompanied by Ellen Datlow for the ride back to New York. And boy did that ride go insanely fast. E! is one hell of a driver.
And then I got home and didn't move at all for about ten whole hours.
The End
Anyway, that was the day I got dubbed Dirty Girl. And unfortunately the name popped up again this weekend, when, during dinner at this kick-ass Korean BBQ place in Burlington, the dish we were all enjoying, Bulgoki, somehow reminded The Slushgod of...well, of something else--specifically something that rhymes with Bulgoki but, again, the naming of it would get this site banned throughout most of middle America so sound it out yourselves. In any case, no one knew exactly what this thing that rhymes with Bulgoki was and so they all turned to me to explain it. Well, I certainly wasn't going to do that (I went to catholic school, god damn it!) but once again, I got called Dirty Girl simply because I knew what this thing that rhymes with Bulgoki was. Totally not fair, especially since John was the pervert who pointed it out, but there you have it.
And so that was Readercon!
Oh wait, there was more, wasn't there? No, I guess it wasn't all grilled meat and porn.
Let's see. The weekend started on Thursday when Mike (god bless him) drove me out to E!'s house in Bayside so we could begin our journey. E! and I got on the road at 10:25 exactly. We stopped for lunch around noon at a place called Hot Cakes, which seemed to be a popular stop for truck driver types. (We were the only women in the place and all the men turned to look when we walked in. It was creepy in a Steven King kinda way, but they made a real killer BLT.) In any case, we soon got back on the road, and made it to Burlington by 3 o'clock. And then promptly spent the rest of the afternoon working: E! was writing, I was critiquing manuscripts for TNEO. Then we went to the aforementioned Korean BBQ place.
On Friday, we spent time working, too. (God, we're boring) and then sometime in the afternoon, I met up with John and Doug and Jenny and we went to John's kaffeklatch, which was scheduled late, so halfway through, we all sort of decided to adjourn the kaffeklatch, once again, to the Korean BBQ place. (this was when John dirty mind thought the bulgoki sounded like something else.) Then we went back to the hotel for the Meet the Prose party where I met exactly 1 pro--the lovely Paul Tremblay, co-editor of Fantasy Magazine which recently published my first story, "Soft, Like a Rabbit." (plug plug plug)
Okay, moving on. Saturday--well, I don't remember what we did on Saturday, probably more hanging about, talking, talking, talking. (other people were talking, really. I mostly listened.) Went to see Lucius Shepard discuss film, which was cool. Went to the Odyssey Writing Workshop panel to support Jeanne and the Odyssey program. Saw a bunch of Odyssey friends: Susan Sielinski, JoAnne Cox, Julia Liberman. I'm sure there were more, but I'm blanking at the moment. I also met some nice people from Codex: Lon Prater, Mary Robinette Kowal, Joy Marchand.
Then we, I don't know - did more stuff and I finally remembered that I had a camera on me, just in time to snap of picture of Paolo expressing his admiration for my story. And, just like a writer, he insisted on showing not telling.
Then we went for Korean BBQ. Again. Yes, we had Korean BBQ three nights in a row. I'm going to have to eat salads and whole grains all week to make up for it.
I know at some point we ended up at a party in the consuite where cake was served and god damn them to hell for breaking out my kryptonite: cheese cake AND carrot cake. It was a hard fall. And I finally met Sean Wallace, to whom I will always be grateful for buying my first story.
Then we somehow ended up at the bar where more cake was eaten and more yapping went on. And that's where I pretty much crashed.
On Sunday, John and I went to Paolo's reading, which was fantastic. (He's got a collection of stories coming out from Nightshade in February. I can't wait for that.)
Then we went to the dealer's room to hang about the Prime Books/Wildside Press table.
And then it was time to go home, and this time E! and I were accompanied by Ellen Datlow for the ride back to New York. And boy did that ride go insanely fast. E! is one hell of a driver.
And then I got home and didn't move at all for about ten whole hours.
The End
9 Comments:
It was great meeting you, Andrea. I hope "Soft, Like a Rabbit," makes you horribly famous!
Hopefully see you at WFC in November.
I think I have an acceptably dirty mind, but I can't come up with a rhyme for bulgoki (nor, for that matter, can I figure out what those other two things are). Now I'm grumpy that I don't know what it is (grrr).
Nice to see you, however briefly, in Massachusetts.
Hi, Paul! Ooo, I'd love to be horribly famous! And, yes, you'll be seeing me at WFC.
Ian -- it starts with a "b" and has two hard "k" sounds. Use that dirty mind! :)
i can't believe no one else knew what that thing with the b and the k's was (other than gross).
just read and liked your story a lot, btw.
icky rhymes! icky rhymes!
I couldn't believe no one knew what it was, either. I've left the last two cons I attended feeling like a total perv.
I'm glad you liked the story, Sharyn!
Yes, icky rhymes indeed.
Ah, that's enough of a hint. Yes, indeed, I do know that term.
Now to work on those other two things....
They'll have to wait until the next time I see you in person, because they're both worse than the thing with the b's and k's. Much worse.
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