Not too much to report. We survived a take-no-prisoners journey to Baltimore on the Chinatown bus along with Trish Mulvihill, Dean Haspiel and Sarah Butterworth, getting kicked off the bus on a grassy embankment somewhere outside city limits. While Dean and Sarah sped off to enjoy the ballgame, Trish and I rendezvous’d with Svetlana Chmakova for dinner at the Rusty Scupper and a walk around the Inner Harbor beneath a nearly full moon. It turns out the Yankees were trounced by the O’s, and imported Yankee fans were in a subdued mood, so there were none of the ugly hotel trashing incidents we’ve seen in past years.
At BarCon the talk of the town is still Geppi’s Entertainment Museum, which is well and truly described as “overwhelming” by all accounts.
We’ve started a little video blog, but we’re having some uploading problems at the moment.
The beds at the Marriott are as awesome as ever.