Joe and I arrived at Penguicon on Saturday around noon. We found Sarah and Steven in the restaurant, and we joined them for a late-ish lunch. We visited with John and Erica in the dealer's room, where John was running the Underworld's booth. It had been a busy day for the Underworld, both in sales and in thefts. (Shoplifting was rampant, I regret to report.) I bought my friend Liz an amber pendant she had been staring at: a three-leaf clove with one leaf each of yellow, orange, and green amber.
Guys with red air guns surprised us in the hallways. I didn't know what these large red gun-like things were, and I thought for certain that I was about to get shot with a soft styrofoam ball or something of the sort, so I was much surprised when the bullet turned out to be a blast of air. I had to try it out myself, and I gave our friend Tracy, just passing in the hallway, a blast of air. Joe speculated on how our cats would react to an air gun, and we decided that while the results would be highly amusing to us, the cats would be far less amused.
Erica and I went up to their room and had a good time hanging out. Jack was well behaved — saving it up, we later learned, for that night, much to John's distress. Since Erica had watched Jack all day, she left him in John's care for the evening. We picked up Joe in the lobby. Liz was there, and I gifted her with the pendant. Then Erica, Joe, and I went to Everest Express, the "first true Nepalese restaurant in the US." If you're looking for a "quick bite," this is NOT the place to go. Be prepared to enjoy a leisurely dinner in the true sense of the word. Everything is cooked fresh, so courses can take some time. Buddhist and Hindu items cover the walls and hang from the ceilings, and black lights lend a mysterious air and make an otherwise small, plain space very intimate and atmospheric.
(food porn, room parties, and comic books follow)