Monday, August 21, 2006

A Vacation From the Vacation

Why is it that I feel like I need a vacation to recover from my vacation? This year, Clan Xandra divided our time between the Pennsic War and GenCon, which, for you non-g33ks out there, are a medieval re-creation war in a primitive campsite, and the world's largest gaming convention, respectively, although you can find chicks in metal bikinis at both events.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered an "Authors' Alley" at GenCon, featuring many small press and self-pubbed authors of various subjects of SF and Fantasy. Some of it looked really good, and if I weren't on limited budget and even more limited time ("Okay, honey, I'll take the kids, you go through the Dealers' Arena. Fifteen minutes for fifty thousand square feet and fifteen hundred vendors, then we switch. Ready? Go!") I would have stopped to chat.

I had a really good time playing Mechwarrior miniatures, and all along, I kept wondering...why isn't there more erotic romance with giant robots in it? Why aren't more guys picking up their dates in a giant mechanical suit outfitted with quad lasers and a belly turret gun? Chicks dig giant robots, people!

Still, I wonder what it would be like to take a vacation someplace relaxing, like the beach. And just, do nothing. What's it like to actually get extra sleep on a vacation? To not swelter in a tent in ninety-degree heat and too many layers of medieval clothing, or roll around in sensory overload from fifteen hundred little companies trying to sell games, cards, fantasy artwork of women with impossibly gravity-defying chest attributes, and/or The Batmobile? What's it like to just be alone, or with few other people on vacation, instead of edging yourself around someone in full Tudor garb, complete with three-foot farthinggale hoop skirts, or Klingons, or Drow elves, Warrior princesses, and various Pirates of the Caribbean washed up all the way to Indiana?

I'm grateful to get back to work, because it looks like I'll need the rest!


MK Mancos/Kathleen Scott said...

Fear aren't the only one. This year, the hubby and I toured the Gettysburg battlefield, complete with the entire walk of Pickett's Charge. And if you've ever been to Gettysburg you know you just keep finding these little hidey holes with monuments all over the place. After our week spent between there and Hershey, I returned home for one day and then flew to Atlanta for a week of RWA convention. I was absolutely exhausted when I got home. was back to work. Next year I think I'm taking the week when I go away and then an extra week to recover where I just veg out and read.

Bernadette Gardner and Jennifer Colgan said...

LOL, Xandra, you've described by husband's perfect vacation. He's been talking about going to GenCon next year. The thought of relaxing on a beach somewhere [my fantasy vacation] gives him hives. Why don't they hold these cons at the shore, or some balmy tropical island where everyone could be happy at once?

Xandra Gregory said...

::gasp:: GenCon? On the beach? M'dear, all the vampires would burst into flames! How are we supposed to cultivate our pasty fanboy/fangirl complexions in the face of sun, sand, & surf? :D

Lynda K. Scott said...

Mmm, the vampires among us could do moonlight strolls on the beach, yes? While the wolfies play in the water during the daylight hours?

Meanwhile, those of us who are neither can enjoy their company all day and all night.

It's a tough job but someone has to do it :D

Bernadette Gardner and Jennifer Colgan said...

And whoever sold sunscreen would make mint!