Hippoi Athanatoi

The lovely Linda. This would be while the Hugo awards were on-going. We had been running around trying to find the Bros at the convention center because we heard they were volunteering (and GoN had my coat from the previous evening), didn’t find them (but did find SKD who said they were volunteering after the awards show), went off for dinner (Mr. Singh’s again, where Linda later learned that the dish she ate was too hot even for our waiter), and then to the Hilton to wait. Popped into the Finnish party and others. It was quiet to begin with.