...was in San Diego this year. Palm trees, sunshine, a hot tub... True, I spent a lot of time indoors attending readings and events, but wow. What a great location for WFC!
True, the hotel was rather... strange... and had some odd policies (e.g. not issuing guests blankets and barring wheelchair access ramps). But the people more than made up for the confused dystopia of the compound. If I'm ever interred in a 1950s style bordello-turned-Prisoner-Village, let me be interred with SF fans. They make everything so much more interesting.
And what lovely people! I finally got to meet douglascohen and Neil Gaiman; I caught up with my Indiana/CW posse, and I ended the weekend in an exhausted heap.
Highlights included swapping R.C. stories and listening to the early version of DC's forthcoming Game of Thrones rap. Also: I caught some wonderful readings by NK Jemisin, Karen Lord, and the wall-thumping ninja_turbo. I didn't get to everything i wanted to see, and I didn't get to talk to everyone I wanted to talk to. That, I guess, is what WFC 2012 is for.
Short version: I had a fantastic time. Now for Toronto!