Months ago when I learned I would be unable to attend Bouchercon in St. Louis this coming weekend I was completely crushed. I've become a fan of attending this pandemonium of all things perilous and plot-driven, but the family business has priority over passions. I suppose I've grown too comfortable predicting that there'll be no scheduling conflicts because in recent years they've always managed to hold B'con in October. Wrong, sucker. September. D'hell? SEPTEMBER? What the---? I assume it's because of the honorees schedules or the hotel's availabilty or some such, but then, hell, my disappointment grew tenfold when I learned the Jordans and Judy Bobalick were in charge...because let me tell you...if you're going, this party is going to rock. I love those guys...and if they asked me to carry a room full of books to the the top of the Arch, I would. Bummed as hell to be missing all the cool kids who're going to make the scene (you know who you are....) Have fun all, maybe I'll see you next year. Maybe. I mean, Mary Higgins Clark ain't no Robert Crais and friggin' Cleveland? All things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia with Lou. Unless the Mayans' long shot predictions come true and (ashes, ashes) we all fall down.
9/13/11
The B'con Bitchin'
Months ago when I learned I would be unable to attend Bouchercon in St. Louis this coming weekend I was completely crushed. I've become a fan of attending this pandemonium of all things perilous and plot-driven, but the family business has priority over passions. I suppose I've grown too comfortable predicting that there'll be no scheduling conflicts because in recent years they've always managed to hold B'con in October. Wrong, sucker. September. D'hell? SEPTEMBER? What the---? I assume it's because of the honorees schedules or the hotel's availabilty or some such, but then, hell, my disappointment grew tenfold when I learned the Jordans and Judy Bobalick were in charge...because let me tell you...if you're going, this party is going to rock. I love those guys...and if they asked me to carry a room full of books to the the top of the Arch, I would. Bummed as hell to be missing all the cool kids who're going to make the scene (you know who you are....) Have fun all, maybe I'll see you next year. Maybe. I mean, Mary Higgins Clark ain't no Robert Crais and friggin' Cleveland? All things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia with Lou. Unless the Mayans' long shot predictions come true and (ashes, ashes) we all fall down.