As I said Thursday night, we decided on the spur of the moment to go to Lunacon, on the promise of car and room space with another couple.
(When I say spur of the moment - I canceled a shabbat lunch invite *and* I had a turkey bottom in the fridge to be made into stew. And I forgot to put it in the freezer. :( )
We decided to rent our own car, and because there was a chance that our friends would get a king instead of a double double, I even reserved a room. (Two religious couples cannot share a king room, not even with a cot. It would end up floorspace and I don't do floorspace. I haven't in fifteen years, and I'm old now.) We were renting our own car because my in-laws were celebrating their 40th anniversary in Manhattan on Sunday and it would be logistically easier.
It took me all morning to rent a car - we even made contingency plans to have J&D drive us. We'd send the luggage back with them and take a train from the con to the dinner.
Except, as I found out when I returned with the rental, J's car wouldn't start. She took it to a service station, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong.
So, instead of them driving us in their car, we drove them in ours - it was just about big enough. Nice car, actually - a Mitsubishi Galant. We got there an hour before Shabbat. The room was a double double, so we canceled our own room (with a bit of a fuss) and we also arranged for mechanical keys, which meant we could keep the door to our room locked. There was the fuss of meeting others and changing clothes and registering for the convention and getting the room ready and getting a fridge and so on, but by 5:48, we were ready to make our way down to the room designated for Shabbat services.
There we made a make-shift mechitza (partition) out of a row of chairs so we had separate seating and we had enough for a minyan, and so we had Friday night daavening, and then we had a group dinner (we supplied challah and wine for those who didn't want grape juice.) And then we did con stuff - panels, filking, hanging around Dealer's Row.
I went to stakebait's panel on fanfiction, and found that no one else had showed up. So, I joined her. That was fun.
We did decide to go to bed early, though.
And that was cute. Here's the situations. Two married Orthodox couples in one room. How do we do that and maintain modesty? Especially since hotel rooms tend to be hot and it's warm sharing a double bed? Jonathan wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I wore a nightshirt over a pair of wildly clashing pajama pants that I'd just bought in anticipation of ConneXions. And I wore a silk scarf over my hair in the hopes it would stay on. It didn't. It also clashed even more. Our roommates had less well-thought out solutions - M forgot he was sharing with a woman, and J forgot headgear to sleep in. I lent her a snood, and M spent a lot of time under the covers.
Otherwise, we did all our changing in the bathroom.
We had Shabbat morning services - no sefer torah, but we did have a minyan and we finished in time for the 10AM panel. Jonathan led musaf. He doesn't get to do that much anymore, so it was nice.
Then we wandered to the con suite to get coffee, where I noticed that the woman in charge looked exhausted, and she was clearly by herself. I asked if she needed help and she said yes, from 12:30-3:30. It was 10AM then. I helped her set out some veggie platters and some trays of crackers and went to a panel and then went back to the con suite by noon.
She saw I knew what I was doing (I can't sit still when I run a con suite, so I'm always bustling - refilling bowls and trays, picking up trash, checking supplies) and was willing to do it, so she "went to take a power nap with the good drugs." In an hour or so she was back, looking much refreshed. I stayed until about 3, when there was a cyberpunk party there and left.
While I was there, a teenaged girl noticed my name badge. "You're Debra Fran Baker? I've read Sweetcheeks a thousand times!" On the one hand - yay, a fan! On the other - ack, a kid!
I told her she made my convention. She glowed.
And that's when I went to Dealer's Row and tried on a corset. Kirsten found a lovely one - purple and copper flowers on a dark background. I was wearing a black skirt and long-sleeved t-shirt under a star-field t-shirt. I took off the top shirt and she laced me in. And in. And in. And in.
I had a waist. An actual waist. And it made me look - tidy. Neat. Not sloppy. Plus, with a little adjustments, I had *something* on top - visible even under the t-shirt. I'm not sure it didn't violate halacha, but, oh, I felt beautiful and elegant and, yes, sexy. It was amazing. I got nice comments from men in the hallway when I "test drove" it.
And Jonathan's reaction? "It's beautiful and you look sexy, but you don't look like *you*." His eyes didn't bug out the way they did when I bought my fake fur, or when I wear my bodice dress, which laces tightly, but not like that. He seems to like me squishy and round.
If it had been half the price, I'd have gotten it anyway. But $250 two weeks before going to another con and an expensive holiday - no. Maybe at Worldcon. Or I'll get Cloak and Dagger to make me a bodice in similar colors that will give me the neatness and the elegance without the waistline. If his eyes had bugged out - if he'd found it as gorgeous as I did - I'd have gotten it for the price quoted. And poor Seed would have been lacing me up at ConnX. :) Which would have been a waste, I suppose, but it's not something I can wear outside of cons.
After havdalah and dinner, I changed to my Bujold list t-shirt and hung out on dealer's row and in the con suite until we decided to filk. We went to bed around one (I know, but we need our sleep.) Sunday morning, I went to a Harry Potter panel, and it was strange. So many things they were discussing have been hashed out in fanfic and there was universal Snape *disdain* and much discussion about how they didn't like how Harry was in book 5. "He should get over himself. He's not the center of the universe!"
Except, he *is*. I mean, besides the normal 15 year old stuff. He has the future of the wizarding world on his still-narrow shoulders. He doesn't like it, but it's true. And he has every reason to be angry - maybe not to shout and threaten, but anger...yes. Because of incomplete information, he and his cousin were nearly killed. Ah, well.
(The teenagers, btw, thought Harry was perfectly justified. Which means she got it right.)
We packed and checked out and loaded up the rental car and I reparked it. and I realized the best bet would be to leave early, take the Ds home, and take a subway to Manhattan. I realized this as I wandered the Dealer's rooms, where I bought a few books and nothing more. Although, had I been wearing a snood instead of a hat, I might have tried on a circlet. I think a thin band over one of my snoods would look nice.
It took a while but eventually we all assembled together. I made sure of it by staking out a couple of chairs and just *sitting* so there was one place to go. Then we got into the car and an hour later, despite one snarl of traffic, we were home.