Part III: Sunday at the Dragon…

There was no rest to be had this day. Breakfast with friends, at the bakery across from the Hilton--highly recommended--and then off to the convention!

Dealers room, Exhibitors Hall, Exhibitor's Hall 2, and the Art show to be explored. Miles and miles are walked as our travelers ooh and ahh their way through various sundries of everything imaginable. The best thing is that the crowds are manageable in the earlier hours of the convention, prior to say 4PM or so. After that its gets very crowded and if you are a people phobic type person, this is not the con for you.

Very weary feet! After a rather scarce autographing session, although still fun chatting with some folks, naptime comes quickly as aching ankles are screaming. At DragonCon naptime is a fundamental rule of thumb regardless of how late you stay up or not, it's just a tiring convention due to the hiking required across three hotels to get anywhere and of course the one thing you do want to see always requires you to go across the hotels to get to which includes the dreadful and steep stairs of the Hilton.

Sleep time and weird dreams.
One of the travelers reported an unusual dream sequence involving glass elevators. Glass elevators abound in the DragonCon hotels which no doubt account for the formulation in the dream. Although the events which occurred in the dream were a bit bizarre even for DragonCon. Fortunately awoken by their own talking in their sleep before the rendition could go too far, the details are thankfully omitted from this report, however bribery I am told works wonders...

Anyway, Sunday evening meet up with friends, both old and new. Drinks and socializing while catching up on the latest events in the world of certain authors. Good dinner at one of the few places where the wait is less than one hour. Back to the con and more costume watching. From tuxedos and Victorian dresses to duct tape and school girls, to the apes from Planet of the Apes, the costumes never cease to amaze. Although there was much disappointment this year of not seeing the Victorian woman...everyone knows who we mean although nobody remebers her name, but her victorian outfits are works of beauty and were truly missed this year.

Addinmg to the bill of fare is a well deserved dessert and of course a cup of coffee and then a relaxing late evening back at the hotel in the courtyard sipping wine and enjoying good company of more friends and enduring conversation from spiders to ostriches. It doesn't get much better than that.

Sleep comes easy--no doubt thanks to the wine as the final day of Dragon approaches.