Bill

Denise is very understanding and must love me a great deal.  Want a good example?  Tomorrow happens to be our 5th wedding anniversary.   That's right, she is willing to spend it flying to a science fiction convention, then spending our evening at a party by a big publishing house, smiling and socializing with a bunch of people she doesn't know.  Now that is love.  I do have a few surprises planned for her, but nothing I do will compensate for her sacrifice. Thank you sweetheart.  I love you.

Derek

I'll be arriving in the evening.

Gloria

Wendy and I took our time in the morning then went on downtown to the convention center.  Reminded me of Dallas, at least on the parking.  None to be had anywhere unless you were willing to pay a premium for it.  At least it is supposedly free in some places after 6, so there should not be a problem going to the Writer's Workshop party tonight.

The set up for getting your badges for pre-registered members and others was nice, but it seems they had a major glitch somewhere along the way and a lot of people who signed up through email did not get a con badge made up.  So though I bought Wendy's and mine at the same time, hers was the only one they had.  Unfortunately for me, they weren't set up to print badges, something about USB port problems and whatnot.  So we looked at Wendy's pack for a while then checked back in.  The printer was on the way -- would be another half hour.  So since we were starving, we went off to eat.  Wendy took me to a place called Mucho's, which had rotisserie chicken tacos, burritos, etc.  Not bad, but it was a long walk to get there. 

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Melanie

The alarm went off at 8:00 AM this morning, right on schedule. Of course, my CST-orientated body thought it was 10:00 AM, so getting out of bed wasn't nearly the chore I thought it was going to be. I sat down to put the finishing touches on the web-based program schedule I was going to download to my Palm, and promptly got swamped in a coding problem with Saturday (I still don't know what was wrong -- I think Dreamweaver was just horking on the line length).

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