I ended up not going to any panels today. Instead, we discovered that the battery in the car was dead. Or dying. It started okay after a jump, but I still need to take it in tomorrow to get it looked at.
Instead, I sat and people-watched for a bit. Or, rather, I did until a mob formed in my vicinity. By then, we'd already checked out of the hotel, so my choices were ... none. Sit and wait and hope they'd go away.
All in all, it was a lot of fun.
One of my friends the other day asked me why I go to so many writing and combat panels when I'm neither a writer nor a martial artist.
I am a writer. I'm a blogger. You're reading my words right now.
As to the combat panels? They give me ideas that I can use later in games. Or ideas how to respond to players who say, "Yes, but realistically ... " -- responses that are better than "Because the rules say so," which - realistically - should be enough, even though it's nearly always an unsatisfying.
And, of course, I've always got something going in the back of my mind ...