Bouchercon, etc...
I'm back from my first ever Bouchercon, and running on fumes to say the least. A more comprehensive overview will come, but my body is still recovering from a 15 hour door-to-door trip, and a solid 3 hours of sleep.
Few thoughts while I'm awake--
1) My panels were a blast, thanks big time to everyone who showed up for the "Bad Boys and Dirty Girls" panel at 9 am on Saturday. That's dedication. Plus it was cool to be on a panel with Simon Wood, and then see him win the Anthony later that night.
2) From the "Not Smart" department: forgetting to bring a jacket to Alaska. Average daily temperature in Anchorage during September: 50 degrees. Money I paid for an "Alaska" sweatshirt so I wouldn't freeze to death: $17.99 (plus tax).
3) Bars in Alaska are very much like bars in New York. If you're a guy, don't expect to have your drink order taken for a good fifteen minutes.
4) We ate lunch on Friday literally under a bridge and on top of a stream. Best seafood chowder ever.
5) The Governor of Alaska spoke at the opening ceremony. And she was funny. Like, for real funny. Let's say Phil Spitzer wouldn't quite have gotten the same laughs.
6) The moderator on my Thursday panel introduced me as the author of the "Harry Parker" novels. I felt bad correcting her, but now 50 people probably think I'm ripping off J.K. Rowling.
7) Along with Jason Starr, I continued the tradition of Jasons accepting awards for the recovering Ken Bruen.
8) I apparently missed some pretty bad ass karaoke at The Avenue bar, but got to meet Declan Hughes, whose accent I wanted to bottle up and take home with me because thick Irish accents simply kick ass.
9) I haven't fully grasped the enormity of the Mets collapse just yet, but they're totally screwed next year. They have a massive payroll. A starting rotation whose average age is 97.3 (depending on whether Orlando Hernandez is 41 as his bio claims, or 176 in real life). Carlos Delgado seems to be entering the twilight of his career. Billy Wagner is 36 with a bad back and surgically repaired elbow. Paul LoDuca seems like he wants to be more like Tony Manero than a starting catcher. Moises Alou is older than God. (ladies and gentlemen, your 2008 New York Mets!!!)
And congratulations to all the Barry, Anthony, Macavity and Shamus award winners and nominees!
I'm back from my first ever Bouchercon, and running on fumes to say the least. A more comprehensive overview will come, but my body is still recovering from a 15 hour door-to-door trip, and a solid 3 hours of sleep.
Few thoughts while I'm awake--
1) My panels were a blast, thanks big time to everyone who showed up for the "Bad Boys and Dirty Girls" panel at 9 am on Saturday. That's dedication. Plus it was cool to be on a panel with Simon Wood, and then see him win the Anthony later that night.
2) From the "Not Smart" department: forgetting to bring a jacket to Alaska. Average daily temperature in Anchorage during September: 50 degrees. Money I paid for an "Alaska" sweatshirt so I wouldn't freeze to death: $17.99 (plus tax).
3) Bars in Alaska are very much like bars in New York. If you're a guy, don't expect to have your drink order taken for a good fifteen minutes.
4) We ate lunch on Friday literally under a bridge and on top of a stream. Best seafood chowder ever.
5) The Governor of Alaska spoke at the opening ceremony. And she was funny. Like, for real funny. Let's say Phil Spitzer wouldn't quite have gotten the same laughs.
6) The moderator on my Thursday panel introduced me as the author of the "Harry Parker" novels. I felt bad correcting her, but now 50 people probably think I'm ripping off J.K. Rowling.
7) Along with Jason Starr, I continued the tradition of Jasons accepting awards for the recovering Ken Bruen.
8) I apparently missed some pretty bad ass karaoke at The Avenue bar, but got to meet Declan Hughes, whose accent I wanted to bottle up and take home with me because thick Irish accents simply kick ass.
9) I haven't fully grasped the enormity of the Mets collapse just yet, but they're totally screwed next year. They have a massive payroll. A starting rotation whose average age is 97.3 (depending on whether Orlando Hernandez is 41 as his bio claims, or 176 in real life). Carlos Delgado seems to be entering the twilight of his career. Billy Wagner is 36 with a bad back and surgically repaired elbow. Paul LoDuca seems like he wants to be more like Tony Manero than a starting catcher. Moises Alou is older than God. (ladies and gentlemen, your 2008 New York Mets!!!)
And congratulations to all the Barry, Anthony, Macavity and Shamus award winners and nominees!
posted by Jason Pinter at
9:13 AM
3 Comments:
Jason, welcome home!
Can you post the name of the restaurant? I've eaten there, had the most amazing salmon I've ever tasted, but I can't remember the name of the restaurant. It was such a cool view though...
I believe the restaurant was called The Bridge.
That's it! I just went online and looked at it, so cool.
Thanks man!
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