Report #SI565

I tire of social ineptitude.
I went to a panel on "Dark Fantasy" yesterday that I was looking forward to very much. It was so painful I wanted to leave but I was trapped in a corner by several barge-sized women with bad hair. The moderator was one of those girls who always acts like she's putting on a show. She's one of those people who will talk at top volume while waiting in line in case someone around her thinks she's funny. I made a mental note never to buy her books. Most of rest of the panelists were barely published women who giggle about vampire erotica and ghost stories the rest of the time.
Why are three-quarters of the people here overweight? Why do I have to be part of their cliche?
I did go out to dinner with a group of first-timers and managed to make a few friends--including one girl who writes Fan Fic, something I have no interest in. It was still fun to hear about.
At last, I went to a really good panel. Probably because it was sort of a wise old woman panel, with Jane Yolen and Suzy Charnas, among others. This morning was an even better one, again with Jane Yolen and also Sharyn November, an editor I really respect, and who is incredibly funny.
I caught my first whiff of Weirdo B.O. yesterday, which is unusual. Most people must have showered for the Opening Ceremony, and are only now becoming rank. I dread tomorrow, where it's supposed to get up to 88 degrees.
After a near social anxiety attack at the parties, where even Spotted Cow on tap wasn't enough to coax me to approach random important editors, I went home and got in bed.
Ten minutes later, my cousin showed up with a bachelor's party. Give me strength. Luckily they didn't stay long, but he then proceeded to play music for the next hour. The walls in that apartment are nonexistent. I was pretty sure he had fallen asleep by halfway through it, but I still thought it might be rude to barge in there and turn it off. Oh well, beggers and choosers and all.