International Bon Vivant and Raconteur (nick_kaufmann) wrote,
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
nick_kaufmann

MarcyCon 2008

Ah, another summer, another MarcyCon, the affectionate nickname for the annual horror writers' barbecue at dean_italiano and gsguitar's house in Waterloo, Ontario. I can't even remember how many of them I've been to, but I think I started going with the very first one in 2002, so this makes my seventh. I'm a founding member of MarcyCon!

Flying to Buffalo, where fellow MarcyConner glamberson was to pick me up so we could drive across the border, was a pain in the ass this year. Due to inclement weather, my flight sat on the runway at JFK for nearly four hours until we had the all-clear to take off. I would have gone out of my mind were it not for Jet Blue's free TV service and the fact that I was seated with two very friendly young women. Unfortunately, they were both heading to Buffalo for weddings, and by the time we landed at least one of them was convinced she'd missed the ceremony. But on the positive side, the two of them really hit it off, and I wonder if they'll stay in touch with each other.

So Greg and I got to MarcyCon four hours later than we'd planned (at least we didn't get lost and wind up in Guelph this time!), but luckily the twins were still there before being carted off to Grandma and Grandpa's house for the night. Tommy and Kaden are beautiful babies, and I'm so glad I got to meet them! I brought presents for them -- really soft stuffed animals made of yarn, one a rabbit, the other a cat -- and I look forward to hearing which twin took to which animal.

We made it in time for dinner, though, and got to eat hamburgers and hotdogs with lonesome_crow and Carolyn, queenie_writes and Dave and Fay, strange (though B. couldn't come with her), and Sephera and Derek (and two of their children, who disappeared downstairs to play video games). MarcyCon regulars jack_yoniga, kelpqueen, jsridler and others couldn't make it this year, so it was a smaller crowd than usual, but that didn't stop the good times. I squeezed in a game of lawn bocce, wherein I scored only a single point to come in dead last, and after midnight caught a bit of José "Coffin Joe" Mojica Marins' 1967 Brazilian horror movie This Night I Will Possess Your Corpse on Scream TV before succumbing to its awfulness and eventually hitting the sack.

The ride back to the border on Sunday only took between six-and-a-half and seven hours due to traffic moving at a snail's pace on the QEW and the usual border delays. Believe it or not, this is normal, though my butt feels squashed flat as a pancake and twice as wide. At least I didn't miss my flight this time, which has happened in the past. This is also the first time I've had to show my US passport to get back across the border, which is unfortunate because the picture has me scowling, not wearing my glasses and sporting a full beard. No joke, I look like I ought to be shouting "Death to America!" and burning a flag. I was lucky the border guard didn't throw me in Gitmo!

It spurred me to take a new photo today and apply for a passport renewal.

Good times at MarcyCon, as usual! I miss everyone already! Also, this was my last trip of the summer, so I'm wistful about the impending arrival of autumn. I get this way every year, being such a lover of summer and hater of winter.
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