That's What Corsets are For
I went to
Norwescon this weekend, and I have next to nothing to report. Almac came down from Vancouver for the occasion. We dropped the Orklet and the baby backpack into my Camry Saturday morning and drove down to the Seatac Doubletree. As we were driving down the highway, I remembered other times. Days were when we'd jump into Al's Datsun 510 and go anywhere. We would decide in the car. We might stop at the nearest bar, or drive 12 hours to Vancouver. Windows down, cool breeze, Metallica, that was summer.
Going to Norwescon without a plan was a little like that. There were lots of interesting talks, but they were over before we arrived, or began after we'd knew we'd have to leave. There was some role-playing to be had, but then
you try role-playing with a 30 pound baby on your back. I didn't run into
Zannah or anyone else reportedly attending. I did get a card from the editor of a new Sci-Fi mag called
Neo-Opsis out of Victoria and promised to send him a story.
But I enjoyed it greatly just walking around in the geek saturnalia. In the elevator, a gasping woman clad in red leather said "I've
got to get back to my room. This is my first time wearing a corset, and I think I'm going to faint!" As the elevator disgorged her at her floor, she said "but I least I look fabulous."
"Of
course she looks fabulous," another girl said after she'd left, "that's what corsets are
for."