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So ConFusion was very nice. Lots of friendly, energetic, funny guests and attendees, a host of intriguing panels, and rip-roarin' parties galore.At least there were from the four hours of it I saw.
From the time we retired at 11PM Friday night until we left for the airport Sunday at 2:30, I stayed in my hotel room, sick with a stomach virus. I became intimately familiar with the pair of flower paintings on our wall. Defying all decorating convention, they were (and still are, I assume) identical.
I missed participating in two panels and an autographing session. Since I'd never been to this con before, it was a great opportunity for me to make new friends and win new fans, maybe even sell some books. But as they say in Australia, chunder happens.
Health experts claim that a lot of "stomach flus" are actually food poisoning. So I asked myself, was it the Lebanese dinner we ate Thursday night, the bountiful desserts I snorkeled into at Friday's reception, or maybe even the 1.38-ounce bag of .22 caliber pretzel nubs from the airplane?
Considering it's now Wednesday and the queasiness has yet to depart, I'm thinking it was the Inauguration. Our minds can trick themselves into denying reality, but the body always knows.
Silver lining alert: I've already lost all the weight I gained over the holidays. I needed a belt this morning for the first time in weeks, and I didn't even have to exercise.
By 2008 I'll be so skinny, people will be able to use me as a bookmark.
