Phaedra! I just got your email today! I'd have loved to have lunch!
Wiscon was a great deal of fun--although not as fun as Rio Hondo. (Because Rio Hondo is fun over many days and Wiscon is almost a thousand people and three days.) But I got to see many people I hadn't seen for many years, including dinner with Eleanor Arneson and Patrick Wood. I tried cheese curds, the famous food of Wisconsin. (If they are fresh, your teeth squeak when you eat them. Mine were fresh.)
I got to talk to Eileen Gunn for five minutes. And Nisi Shaw for five minutes. And Kristen Livdahl, Alan DeNiro, Chris Rowe, and Barth Anderson, all for five minutes. I got to meet Ben Rosenbaum for five minutes. And Theodora Goss, Karen Meisner, and Haddayr Copley-Woods, all of whom I read with, for maybe ten minutes.
I got to hang with Ted Chiang for a bit. Saw Lyda Moorehouse. David Hoffman-Dachelet.
The most sensible thing I did was that on Saturday morning, Bob and I walked to the farmers market and then spent the next two hours walking through the farmer's market and then through the city of Madison down to the University and back, looking in funky shops and finally stopping for lunch. Then we took a nap. Usually I feel as if I have to be at the con for the whole time. But a big break in the middle was really good.
But Bob wimped out at Karaoke at a party that night after telling me over and over he was going to sign up and sing the "Banana Boat Song". Day-o! Day-o! Daylight come and me wanna go home.