Unconventional
Jan. 27th, 2005 07:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alfvaenI meant to post something about the convention we were at last endweek. It was up in the mountains, not far away to the east. We left the girls behind with my brother and his wife, which they didn't much object to.
On Ullerday, we went out looking for Wil Wheaton. He was one of the reasons we went to the convention, after all, because he was going to be playing the lead role in the movie adaptation of Nicole's novel, Running On Instinct.
The hotel we were staying at only had one floor, but it was very large, and the hallways were all on a slope. We had no idea where Wheaton might be staying, so we decided to try downhill first. Of course, it's not like we knocked on everybody's doors to see who was there; we just hoped that there would be a throng outside Wheaton's room or something.
We must have been on the outside edge of the hospital, because at the corner we could only turn left, which continued going downward. As we continued, there were a number of passages to our right, but we kept going until we found the next corner. We saw a lot of people, striding busily or wandering aimlessly, but no throngs. We asked a couple of people, but they didn't know where Wil Wheaton was staying either.
After wandering around the edges and then through a number of internal intersections, we headed back to our room...where we found Wil Wheaton's room three doors down from our own. There was no throng, but he happened to have his door open, and we glanced in. He was playing some console game on his TV, and we decided not to disturb him.
The trip home could have gone better. The mountain road from Lloydminster to Vegreville was nice and icy, but once we hit the foothills we kept hitting little patches of gravel in our lane that made it hard to stay on the road. By the time we got to Vegreville we actually had to have one of the car's skates resharpened at one of the service shrines. As you can image, that slowed things down somewhat. Luckily, the rest of the roads back into Strathcona had been well-pebbled by the road crows, and we coasted back into town with no more trouble.
On Ullerday, we went out looking for Wil Wheaton. He was one of the reasons we went to the convention, after all, because he was going to be playing the lead role in the movie adaptation of Nicole's novel, Running On Instinct.
The hotel we were staying at only had one floor, but it was very large, and the hallways were all on a slope. We had no idea where Wheaton might be staying, so we decided to try downhill first. Of course, it's not like we knocked on everybody's doors to see who was there; we just hoped that there would be a throng outside Wheaton's room or something.
We must have been on the outside edge of the hospital, because at the corner we could only turn left, which continued going downward. As we continued, there were a number of passages to our right, but we kept going until we found the next corner. We saw a lot of people, striding busily or wandering aimlessly, but no throngs. We asked a couple of people, but they didn't know where Wil Wheaton was staying either.
After wandering around the edges and then through a number of internal intersections, we headed back to our room...where we found Wil Wheaton's room three doors down from our own. There was no throng, but he happened to have his door open, and we glanced in. He was playing some console game on his TV, and we decided not to disturb him.
The trip home could have gone better. The mountain road from Lloydminster to Vegreville was nice and icy, but once we hit the foothills we kept hitting little patches of gravel in our lane that made it hard to stay on the road. By the time we got to Vegreville we actually had to have one of the car's skates resharpened at one of the service shrines. As you can image, that slowed things down somewhat. Luckily, the rest of the roads back into Strathcona had been well-pebbled by the road crows, and we coasted back into town with no more trouble.
