SO. MUCH. FUN.
And oh, so many doors!
The convention hotel is conveniently near one of our favorite restaurants, so we met there for a pre-con lunch.
That’s the Shalimar Indian restaurant. This is the restaurant I wrote a story about, printed out, had Charlie frame, and took in. The manager hung it on the restaurant wall. He took it with him when he left. Heart heart heart.
SO classy, yet you’re welcomed with the same elegance and courtesy if you come in gussied up or dressed down.
No pictures of the food because hungry.
Here are the doors of the hotel where we didn’t stay. Well, technically, there are probably millions of hotels in which we didn’t stay, but this was the convention hotel, in which we didn’t stay.
Why not? Because this gorgeous entrance masks a hell pit, in my opinion. In my opinion, it has piss-poor climate control, filthy carpets, rooms inaccessible to anyone with mobility issues OR with a luggage cart (stairs between the elevator and the rooms), and deteriorating infrastructure. It has supposedly been sold to a buyer who plans to gut it and do a total remodel by next year. Here’s hoping! (By the way, I added, “In my opinion” in a feeble attempt to avoid a possible libel suit. Everybody else who stayed in the hotel has the same opinion, so….)
No, we stayed at the Best Western nearby. LOVELY hotel, and lovely staff. Free breakfast, and not just cereal and toast. One of my partners is gluten-intolerant, and she was pleased with the scrambled eggs and sausage, yogurt and fruit. Many strangers bonded over the pancake-o-matic machine as we came in, said, “Oh! I LOVE those things!” and clasped hands.
Door to the breakfast room:
Door to a sleeping room. Classy.
Important, when you bring your own food to the convention:
Sadly, we had so many panels, plus selling books all day, plus a room party to go to on Friday and a banquet on Saturday, we didn’t get to eat much of our own food.
But there was a food truck this year, and it was a good’un. I think flappy openings count as doors.
Louisville has THE BEST food trucks! This one was gluten-free crepes made with rice flour. Good? UH-HUH!
Oh! I ‘most forgot the hotel lights for Joey:
And then there was Daniel, who writes as Daniel Dark, with his 1910 car, which works!
Awesome? You bet!
This has been a con report PLUS a Thursday Doors post. Thursday Doors is the brainchild of Norm Frampton, photographer extraordinaire. Visit his site, enjoy his wonderful photographs, click on the blue frog link, and enter a world of doors.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about a 1910 hell pit.