Well, no surprise, I went to the Doctor Who convention this past weekend, as I do every year around this time. Once again, I'm going to say that this might be my last year. It seems like it just hasn't been terribly good the last eight years or so. It's the only convention I go to now, so I guess it's hard for me to totally give it up.

John Barrowman, Katy Manning and Catherine Tate were amazing, but they aren't there the entire time! To be honest, I went to some panels Friday afternoon, went up to the room, had a cocktail and watched TV. Stayed in the room sort of late Saturday morning watching The Office, then went down for about four panels, had dinner then back up to the room for cocktails and TV while my friends went downstairs later. Sunday, I didn't even bother with panels, I packed my crap and went home while my friends stayed another night. I think this is the first convention I didn't buy anything. At all.

Our hotel room was terrible. The mattresses on the beds slid all over the place, the fitted sheets didn't stay on, the windows didn't open and were constantly covered with dripping water from condensation, the bathroom ceiling tiles didn't match well and were uneven, the TV kept blacking out, the cleaning folks came in the room when I'd put the "privacy please" sign out, parking wasn't adequate.... and that's not all! It wasn't like we were tearing the place up either. We are women over 40 eating junk food and watching tv when we're in a room, we're not Led Zepplin at the Riot House!!!

Topping everything else, I'm sick now! I don't know if it's a crummy cold or something I was once told about called "Con Crud". Either way, it sucks and I feel terrible. I've got antibiotics from my doctor and both NyQuil AND DayQuil. My evening plans are sorted!

Blah!