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Vacation selection continues to be a world class pain in the keister. More specifically, a certain maternal unit is a pain in the keister. One day, she wants mountain views. The next day, there has to be water views and river access(?), no compromise. One day, we can bring CJ, the next day, no way. (I may make this I pay the deposit if she comes with, Mom pays the boarding if she doesn't.) We found a couple spots that seem ideal and agreeable, except they're out of our price range. Not far out of our price range, if we shared it with another adult or two, it would be fine, but a bit much on our own. But generally, by the time we settle on a vacation I'll really need one.
Jul. 18th, 2009
Shore Leave - The End
Jul. 18th, 2009 03:55 pmOkay, finally getting around to this.
Sunday morning I was in early to the art show, which is only open for pickup (both artists and buyers) and until noon. Plenty of people, both artists and not, really took their time coming to get their stuff, and a couple of artists were bound and determined to just grab it and run. The staff, of course, would prefer they turned in the paperwork showing what didn't sell and sign a confirmation that what was left was returned to them. More interesting, however, were the six pieces of art that were sold, but no one ever came back for them. Three were Sarah Clemens pieces; including the two that the family who practically yanked the things out of my hands Friday night had bought! They paid for the pieces Friday, and never came back for them. Another person did the same thing, paying for a piece and never coming back. The other three pieces? All mine. Three different buyers bid on three different pieces of mine, and none of them paid for them or came back for them. Dammit. My sales this year were half of last year's to start with, and those 3 pieces knocked another 25% off what I made this year. Double dammit. Arseholes. They won't be allowed to bid on art next year but that doesn't help me now.
Anyhoo, once the show actually closed, I did another pass at the dealer's room and picked up a small stuffed ferret. Very cute. Put him in my backpack with just the head peeking out of a pocket. Very adorable, if I dare say so myself. With many recommendations, I decided to get a Christopher Heyerdahl autograph after all. He was very amiable indeed and we discussed Dr Who for a bit. I told him there was a Supernatural panel later, he said he might drop in. Then I went to the Terminator panel, where we had to suffer through what I thought may have been the dumbest person ever to come to a panel. (Panel moderator Lorenzo said later the dummy wasn't the dumbest...but was definitely a top three finalist.) Apparently, nothing this guy saw in the show or the movie registered, but he considered himself an expert on the show. Oy. Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jslinder and I went up to the game room to play Dominion and taught a newbie the game. The game ran into the Supernatural timeslot, so I started playing to end the game instead of win. You got it - I won anyway. I was late to the panel, but in plenty of time to catch Heyerdahl's appearance at the panel. He did the Alistair voice for us :) Much fun. Then it was back to the game room and multiple games of Dominion with a variety of folk, including one guy who was just waiting in the hallway for his wife. We got him playing and he nearly won his first game. I blew out at 7pm, needing dinner and wanting to watch CoE.
And that was Shore Leave weekend.
Sunday morning I was in early to the art show, which is only open for pickup (both artists and buyers) and until noon. Plenty of people, both artists and not, really took their time coming to get their stuff, and a couple of artists were bound and determined to just grab it and run. The staff, of course, would prefer they turned in the paperwork showing what didn't sell and sign a confirmation that what was left was returned to them. More interesting, however, were the six pieces of art that were sold, but no one ever came back for them. Three were Sarah Clemens pieces; including the two that the family who practically yanked the things out of my hands Friday night had bought! They paid for the pieces Friday, and never came back for them. Another person did the same thing, paying for a piece and never coming back. The other three pieces? All mine. Three different buyers bid on three different pieces of mine, and none of them paid for them or came back for them. Dammit. My sales this year were half of last year's to start with, and those 3 pieces knocked another 25% off what I made this year. Double dammit. Arseholes. They won't be allowed to bid on art next year but that doesn't help me now.
Anyhoo, once the show actually closed, I did another pass at the dealer's room and picked up a small stuffed ferret. Very cute. Put him in my backpack with just the head peeking out of a pocket. Very adorable, if I dare say so myself. With many recommendations, I decided to get a Christopher Heyerdahl autograph after all. He was very amiable indeed and we discussed Dr Who for a bit. I told him there was a Supernatural panel later, he said he might drop in. Then I went to the Terminator panel, where we had to suffer through what I thought may have been the dumbest person ever to come to a panel. (Panel moderator Lorenzo said later the dummy wasn't the dumbest...but was definitely a top three finalist.) Apparently, nothing this guy saw in the show or the movie registered, but he considered himself an expert on the show. Oy. Then
jslinder and I went up to the game room to play Dominion and taught a newbie the game. The game ran into the Supernatural timeslot, so I started playing to end the game instead of win. You got it - I won anyway. I was late to the panel, but in plenty of time to catch Heyerdahl's appearance at the panel. He did the Alistair voice for us :) Much fun. Then it was back to the game room and multiple games of Dominion with a variety of folk, including one guy who was just waiting in the hallway for his wife. We got him playing and he nearly won his first game. I blew out at 7pm, needing dinner and wanting to watch CoE.And that was Shore Leave weekend.
