A zillion parties were spread out across the city last night: CBLDF/Image/Suicide Girls, Friends of Lulu, Conan, Hasbro/Marvel, Circle of Confusion, Scholastic, Del Rey, Heavy Metal, and probably a few we’re forgetting. DC had a private luau. We hit Del Rey where we got to meet Stephen Woodworth, Elizabeth Bear and George RR Martin. Then it was off to the Lulu Awards where we presented the Women of Distinction award to the very deserving Diana Schutz. Then it was back to the Hyatt for the Heavy Metal party. None of the parties we were at seemed unbearably crowded, probably because everyone was so busy party hopping.
Can we just say that the Hyatt SUCKS TENNIS BALLS. The staff is rude, and seems resentful that we are here in every way. We’re in the old wing of the hotel, and compared to the other places we’ve been staying lately, with relaxa-beds and so on, it’s shabby and uncomfortable. Truly the lack of competition is breeding a very smug attitude here. When that Hard Rock opens, we’re all moving there STAT. Unless, of course, the sign is accurate and it’s going to be nothing but $400-a-night suites.