Here is a links to Part 2 (which contians a link to Part 1).
So, on Wednesday I typed up the following and posted it to WordPress. Or, at least, I thought I did. I was surprised to log in today (in order to moderate a comment) and find that there was no Part 3. Either WordPress glitched on me, or somehow I navigated away from the page before actually hitting publish. Luckily I save all of my lengthy posts in word docs. I apologize for not catching the mistake sooner!
So, Sunday was Gala day. We had a nice breakfast at the hotel in the morning, and then all the ladies were rushed off for hair and makeup (the guys got a couple of hours of down time, I believe. Which is a fair trade off, since they did have to suffer through tux fittings earlier in the week).
Our beautification was done by cosmetology students, which had its pros and cons. As we artists and writers were new to our perspective industries and had been learning all week, I liked the idea of furthering education in yet another field. However, having students instead of pros do the work had its issues. The woman who did my hair was very nice, but insisted on curling it. I tried to explain that it would not work (I slept in curlers for my wedding and my hair was perfectly straight six hours after taking them out), but she went for it anyway. As a result, when I finally made it on stage that night (I was the last writer to give my thank-yous), my hair simply looked like I’d failed to comb it. And I’d made the mistake of telling my makeup artists that I usually wear smokey-purple eye shadow. All she heard was purple, apparently, because man, my eyelids were puuuuurpppple.
Other ladies had much more luck–and others, much worse. But, overall, despite our hits and misses, we all looked quite fantastic once we slipped into our gowns and jewelry.
My husband, father, brother, and step-mom had all flown in for the awards. It was fantastic to see them all, if it was only for a few minutes. I’ve been to several awards events with my husband, and at all of them the awards recipients were given specific times to take pictures with their guests. Not so at the WotF gala. We winners were rushed from one thing to the next, pictures here, interviews there, but never with our significant others. The only time I got to spend with my husband was a few minutes on the red carpet out front, and at dinner (I would recommend future winners take dinner time to break out the cameras). I got to see the rest of my family even less, as they were understandably not invited to the dinner.
The event itself was magnificent. Beautiful sets, fantastic guest speakers, and wonderful dancers. A special vignette was preformed for a few of the stories, and I was so glad mine was chosen. (ETA: one positive point to the mis-post is that I can now share with you the gala clip that includes the dance done for my story, Master Belladino’s Mask. My speach is in there too, but you can ignore that.)
Everyone’s speeches went well–even when they didn’t go as planned. Alex Wilson (author of Vestigial Girl) ended up thanking two wives (though he insists he really only has the one). I was introduced by none other than Larry Niven, who was quite shy and very nice.
After the ceremony we were all whisked away to the signing (this is when most award events afford the recipients some time for pictures with family). We were seated in a circle emulating book order, which had me between Brian Trent (whose work opens the anthology), and Andrea Stewart (whose story, Dreameater, comes right before mine at the end).
It was a whirlwind event, with everyone in attendance coming by to get their copies of the anthology and calendars signed.
David Wolverton’s son, who had been in a coma for the entire workshop week, woke up for the first time that night, right before the gala started. It was perfectly serendipitous.
After the signing I got to see my family for a few minutes, to thank them briefly and give hugs before we were once again rushed back to the hotel for an after party–which Joni Labaqui graciously hosted. Though I don’t remember the exact time, it was pretty late at this point. Mike Resnick hung out with us for a while, and though I had to tear myself a way relatively ‘early,’ I know many of the winners stayed up until 4am or so.
And that, my friends, was the gala.
There will indeed be a Part 4, as though the awards event was on Sunday, the workshop week wasn’t officially over until Tuesday.