||[Aug. 6th, 2007|05:28 pm]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
You know the summer is slowly but surely winding to a close when MarcyCon has come and gone.|
I've been going to dean_italiano and gsguitar's annual backyard BBQ outside Toronto for...what, five years now? Six? I can't even remember anymore, but somewhere along the line it picked up the affectionate moniker MarcyCon. After all, it's almost entirely populated by Canadian and New York horror writers, so why not call it a con? Instead of panels we eat grilled hot dogs and hamburgers, and instead of room parties we sit on the back deck and drink Canadian beer.
Unfortunately, my good friends Jay Ridler, Michael Kelly, Carolyn Kelly, Brett Savory and Sandra Kasturi couldn't make it this year. It just didn't seem like MarcyCon without them, but somehow we soldiered on. Until glamberson put on that DVD he brought with him, an amateur zom-com written and directed by a 17-year-old with a $1000 budget called Die and Let Live. That pretty much did us all in. Or me, anyway. I couldn't make it past 45 minutes. Greg tried to convince me it got better after I left, but I find that impossible to believe.
Speaking of glamberson, he's a real sport for chauffeuring me to and from the Buffalo airport this weekend. The border traffic crossing back into the States on Sunday was brutal! We allowed six hours to make a trip that should have only taken two and a half, and I still almost missed my flight home! At least I got to spend extra time with his wife Tamar and their toddler Kaelin, who was extremely well behaved given the circumstances of being strapped into a car seat for six hours.
strange came too, with her husband Brenton, and she had me flat sign a bunch of General Slocum's Gold from the second printing in exactly the way I forgot to for the first printing back in April. So now people can finally get signed copies directly from the publisher!
But the real joy of MarcyCon is getting to see Marcy and G again. I only see them about once a year now, and it makes me sad. They're so much fun, and such good friends. No one hugs like Marcy (who actually hurt her back this weekend trying to break my ribs), and G cracks me up no end (and grills a mean hot dog and burger). I wish they would move closer. Especially so I don't have to keep schlepping to Canada to see them!
Another MarcyCon come and gone. Sigh. The years just keep going faster and faster.