Well. I am finally in Denver at Starfest. I shall spare the complaining about the new $225 camera that was missing parts and the flight that was delayed and the annoyances of SuperShuttle. Largely because I was sitting on the SuperShuttle grousing to myself that next time I was just paying for a damn rental car because it had been two hours since my plane landed and I still wasn't at my hotel...and then I discovered that the girl in front of me was going to the con too.
Turns out she helps put together Phoenix Comic-Con, which had Wil Wheaton as a guest this year (and I have to admit, I was never a Wesley fan, but Wil is one of the funniest writers around and a massive, massive geek and I would love to meet him) and when she found out that I was a newbie to con-going, she told me to make sure I tracked her down at some point this weekend so we could exchange info and she could talk me into going to DragonCon.
Also, according to her, the only sci fi actor she's ever met who was a jerk?
OK. I need to go try to wake up now. I was horribly tense about getting here and now that the tension is dissipated and I've eaten a giant meal thanks to room service (this hotel makes one of the best burgers I've ever had), I am sleepy and want to take a nap...but things start in a half-hour.