I have to give serious props to the con suite organizers. Not only did they have sufficient quantities of good coffee to keep me adequately caffeinated the entire weekend, but they had a pretty wide array of food options. I ended up having to rely less on my emergency stash of Larabars and protein powder than I'd anticipated.
I made it to a few panels: When I Was a Kid, We Didn't Have...Rights; To Sail Above the Clouds: Airships, half of the From Elfland to Poughkeepsie panel; The Not-So-Fair-Folk; and Time Goggles: Modern Perspectives and Period Literature. Several of these were quite thought-provoking - if I can get my thoughts in order, I may post something longer about them.
The animal presentation by the San Diego Zoo was awesome. Unfortunately, I don't think any of my pictures came out very well. Owls, and armadillos, and binturongs. Oh my.
I had the very amusing experience of hearing a convention attendee read from Rorkruun: The Mystic Sword of Justrealm. We were spellbound. Not in an entirely good way. (Sign of the times, I suppose: reading aloud from self-published works hasn't been this popular as convention recreation since "Eye of Argon" was new.)
I went to readings by Garth Nix, Ysabeau Wilce, Steve Boyett, and Ferrett Steinmetz. This was the second time I'd heard Steve read the same section from Mortality Bridge, and it still made my hair stand on end. (There's a recording of it - it's the "Floating Bridge" section from Chapter 16.) I completely missed Rob Shearman's reading, but he did tell me that he'd recently written "my" story from the hundred stories he's writing for folks who bought the special hardcover of Everyone's Just So So Special. So, I have that to look forward to.
At the Wednesday pre-con meetup at Mysterious Galaxy, I bought a copy of Jon Courtenay Grimwood's new novel, The Fallen Blade. I also talked up his previous books to all and sundry, and persuaded someone else to buy a copy of Pashazade. When I mentioned this to Grimwood later, he signed my copy of The Fallen Blade with the inscription, "Wendy - Thank you for selling my books." I think that's now my second favorite inscription out of all my signed books.
The Clarion/Clarion West reunion party was great fun. The expected Clarion vs. Clarion West rumble did not break out.
I somehow managed to fit a dozen books into my carry on luggage for the trip home.
I expect it will take a few more days before I catch up on my sleep and re-establish my introvert buffers.