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lsandersonI ran out in the morning to get bread at the French Meadow (rye sourdough, white sourdough, hemp, lemon cheesecake muffin, apple scone, & cinnamon current scone) Thong took the muffin, Mia, the cinnamon current scone, and I ate what was left of the apple scone after Thong scarfed down the corner of it. I also stopped at Bill's Imported Foods for five kinds of lives to take with. (You can't have too many olives at a party...) I through it all and a pound of Land o' Lakes unsaled butter into a double paper bag and we headed off to the airport. I think I also packed somewhere in the morning.
Thong drove. We stopped and picked up Karen. He dropped us off at the airport. I stopped at the curbside checkin. And asked if we could check in. "This is skycap service." the woman said. "If you just want to check in, there's places inside." Hmm, I thought. "Well, I'd like to check in this bag (many comments censored). Karen, finding a check in terminal, was picking up her boarding pass as the woman reluctantly tagged my luggage. "What's this?" the guy said, picking up Karen's bag. "It's mine." Karen said. "I'm going to Detroit." "I'll take care of it." the woman said chucking it hard onto the conveyor belt.
Off we went grumbling to D'Amico's for salad. Karen ate hers and I carried mine onto the plane.
Away we flew to Detroit, ConFusion, snow, roads from hell, and a LONG drive from the airport to the new ConFusion hotel. A very LONG drive. A very SLOW drive. Just earlier, I'd printed room signs saying the party would start at 8:00. Little did I know that we would be on the highway between the Detroit airport and the hotel at 8:00 in the middle of a three hour trip from the airport to the hotel.
Instead of going straight to the hotel, we turned the other way on Big Beaver Road and headed for a grocery store. We had some instructions that took us to a big grocery store. We took a cart and started shopping. First I bought a double espresso to drink. Then I picked out some cheese. Mostly things that looked edible out of their selection. Fruit. We picked out some vegies, salad, beverages, (diet coke, coke, diet root beer, cherry lemonade, OJ, milk, lemonade, hard cider, bheer, blog ingredients, a bucket, a six-pack of Guinness -- of which I would get none). I found Armour meatballs, and bought two big bags. Pickels, pretzels, nuts, two large BBQ sauce, two packets of white gravy mix and a bottle of dill. One large package of cocktail sausage. Two salamis. two cans o' SPAM. Dip, salad dressing, herring, cottage cheese. Vodka -- half gallon, most of which we dumped in the blog. Ginger Ale for the blog. We had the cart full of stuff when we checked out, loaded in the car (along with two bags o' ice) and headed for the hotel. Karen called her Midwestcon friends who came down with a cart to haul it up.
We must have arrived at the hotel around 8:30 or 9:00. It was almost a panic. I registered for my room, and we went up to set up as much as we could. We had to find Fred and get the crackers, table clothes, etc. By about 9:30, we had the party up, but the meatballs were still cold, as were the sausages. (I think they finally got hot around 12:00, not that fans didn't eat them before...)
The blog was a great hit. The beer seemed popular too. Fans will die for meatballs, and I should have gotten more bowls. They were very popular. Especially the dill ones. Even some of the SPAM got eaten, and we talked about the can we had at Capricon, flambéed, drowned, and still gone at the end of the party...
Before Karen so rudely threw me out at 5:30, I carried the remainder of the meatballs, sausage and cheese down to the ConSuite. I've rarely seen such excitement at that time of the morning. It apparently made a big hit with them.
