Zommmmmbies! (part 2)
Picking up where I left off on Wednesday…
Through a combination of staying out too late and being an Eastern Time zoner, I got one hour of sleep before meeting my friend Mary (who I know from Zihua) for breakfast at Pike Place Market. The one where they throw the fish. And get this — they threw TWO fish for me to take a picture but they threw them OVER MY HEAD! (the fish is the blurry thing right above the guy’s hands.)
I also ordered a dozen cookies. Through jail.
I got back to the hotel in time for Stacey’s 11am panel, which had been changed to 10am. From that point on it was referred to as the nanel (the non-panel) and we’ve affectionately renamed the entire weekend the Nanel Weekend. At least we got to see a group perform Thriller.
She got reeeeeally into it.
Their Sunday panel was also moved so I had the opportunity to lounge on a fancy couch at the front of the room and pretend I was important enough to be a panelist. Although one of the very helpful organizers (who looked JUST like John Malkovich) treated me as if I was part of their group, so I almost felt like an honorary member of their super cool club.
The rest of Sunday was a bit of a blur (one hour of sleep people) but I do recall the hottest tea I’ve ever been served and the best fish tacos I’ve had in a long time.
The whole reason we came!
My trip ended on a high note when Jesse and I ended up on the same flight to Chicago. We talked shop (and roofs) for the ENTIRE flight and I’m very excited to count her — and everyone else — as my new friends.
I did learn a few things worth noting:
- the publishing industry is hard even after you’re published
- “they” aren’t always right (in regards to writing/querying rules)
- George Romero is very tall
- Chuck Palahniuk (or Palucknucknuck as we kept calling him) is rather frisky
- it doesn’t rain EVERY day in Seattle
- people are rude no matter how polite you are
- little tiny cupcakes in the hotel lobby make everything okay
- fish don’t drip when flying through the air
- zombies can’t talk because they don’t breathe