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Mood: Sleepy ]
Sunday started at 6:00 am with a fire alarm. Given that we had a baby in the room, we took it seriously and got up and got dressed. Just as we were about to evacuate, the alarm stopped. The Artisan called the front desk and was told that everything was A-OK! We went back to bed.
Since we were up, we had breakfast and watched us some TV. The con channel once again
At 8:30 the alarm went off again. This time the alarm went to the "Get the hell out of the building, people!" sound. So we complied. Husband Unit had the child, The Artisan got the car-seat and I got the stroller. Luckily we were on the third floor, so evacuation was easy.
We milled around the base of the hotel with other con goers and the tai kwan do teams of the world. Eventually the guests joined us. It’s nice to know that Hollywood stars and famous authors all look as bleary eyed as I do during an early morning evacuation. Although they are still much prettier than me. Especially Jason Dohring. And Ellen Muth’s hair is fabulous at any time.
Con security let us know it was safe to return. While we waited, someone went by and announced that it was some kids pulling the fire alarm. He then looked at Geeklet. Yeah, buddy, my three-month-old pulled the alarm.
Then, not fifteen minutes later it happened again. Repeat the descent downstairs. Subtract Jason Dohring in his PJs. On our way back in we overheard the firechief, the hotel manager, the con chair and an electrician discussing the cause of the confusion. It was a faulty smoke detector. Not my three month-old.
The best part? At 11 am I was in the dealers room queing up for a signature from Tanya Huff, when I noticed that the button seller had a new button that said "I survived the Polaris 22 inferno . . . three times." It was selling very well.
Next time: Jim Butcher and Jason Dohring on the main stage.