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I was in two panels on Saturday, both in the filk room. The first was on songwriting, with Lee Gold (and Lynn Maudlin, who we later found out hadn't gotten her correct schedule). The second was on "The Media of Filk", with Lee and Eric Gerds (filk.com). Both went off OK, though it was touch and go whether we'd have an audience for the first one.
The remainder of the afternoon was taken up by a pair of concerts: Lynn Maudlin, who has a lovely voice, and Emmet Chapman, inventor of the stick. No, I am not lusting after a stick -- the technique is so different from that of a guitar that I'd have to pick one or the other, and I'm good at guitar.
The flower_cat and I had dinner at the "good" restaurant
again; filet for her and ahi for me. Expensive, and vaguely
disappointing.
Sunday I went to no programming at all -- it was all packing up and
getting ready to go. Probably the easiest pack-out in several years --
the kids helped. We staged in the lobby (with the flower_cat
watching over the growing pile) and left a little before noon.
We almost made it home before the rain started. But it was at least an hour of soggy stop-and-go from Salinas to San Jose. Well, we'd made good time up until then. It was about 7:30 when we rolled into the parking lot at Black Angus, having decided that we were all hungry enough to postpone unloading until after dinner. About half the price of the Marriott, four times the selection, and significantly better food.