||The Second Occasional LoneStarCon Science Fiction Convention and Chili Cook-off,
Variously known as the 55th World Science Fiction Convention and LoneStarCon 2,
To be held from August 28th through September 1st, in the year 1997, in San Antonio, Texas.
Progress Report #1Moments in Texas Fan History
by Carolyn Cooper
Texans Stranded in Baltimore 5 Days
Eat Crabs To Survive!
from The Texas SF Inquirer, A publication of the Fandom Association of Central Texas, Pat Muller
EditorIssue 6 / December 1983
n their ongoing mission to seek out new parties
and new civilizations, numerous Austin-in-'85 supporters massed
at the 43rd World Science Fiction Convention in Baltimore over
Labor Day weekend. The convention was an educational experience.
Among other things, the valiant group learned that there are no
laundromats or grocery stores in Baltimore, preppies do exist,
never trust Robert Taylor's attendance estimates, and never work
on a Worldcon and a major bid at the same time. The entire convention
learned that those Texans throw one helluva party!
Austin-in-'85 bid parties were held Friday,
Saturday, and Sunday nights. Friday's party, sponsored by Sven
and Yvonne Knudson and dubbed "Return of the Othercon",
drew approximately 1300-1500 people. That was the night after
the elevator supposedly fell twelve floors. The Baltimore Hilton
learned that three elevators per tower could not handle their
maximum capacity situation. Especially when everyone wanted to
get to the Austin party on the 27th floor! Everyone leaving the
party raved about Sven and Yvonne's decorations, food, and door
prizes. They sent more people. That was also the night Paul and
I learned not to ask Baltimore fans for directions to a grocery
store. It was also the night Robert Taylor kept saying that Saturday
night would be easier.
By Saturday night, most people had figured
out you went straight to the 27th floor and if you left the Austin
party you walked down the stairs to the rest of the parties. Saturday's
party was staffed by those merry folks from Fantasy Festival and
Contex. Scuttlebutt, the Worldcon daily newszine, and Dana Siegel,
the party correspondent, gave rave reviews to the SF Dating Program
in the Austin suite. That was us. Attendance estimates for Saturday
ran as high as 1800 people strolling through. By the way, please
don't ask Martin Wagner what he learned about alcohol, propositioning
women, and getting sick. It would embarrass him. At 5 am, most
of Saturday's partiers had left. The rest helped prepare brunch
for those heading to the business meeting. There were some wagers
as to whether Willie Siros's eyes had any white left as he staggered
to the meeting. They didn't. Robert Taylor assured everyone that
Sunday night's crowd would be a lot smaller.
Sunday we learned that after the Hugo Ceremony
and the Masquerade, everyone wants to party. And the Aussies canned
their victory party. So fandom came to ours! (In case you didn't
know, we won the bid and will hold the 1985 NASFiC.) A reliable
source estimated the Sunday attendance at 3000. That's over half
the convention, folks.
One fan became so confused by the crowds he
thought he was still on one of the elevators and kept asking if
they'd reached the top floor yet! The Detroit and Phoenix people
saved the day by graciously sending their remaining party supplies
up to us. Thanks, we appreciated it. Pat Mueller supervised this
seething crush of fandom which was forcibly dissolved at 2 am.
But, lest you forget, the shuttle landed on Labor Day morning.
We learned how quickly a shuttle return party could be formed.
At this point several people knew everything there was to know
about sleep deprivation.
Other things learned were how not to club
a crab (ask Dandy Hunt), Western hats are highly visible (especially
on so many tall Texans), there are a lot of nice Northeastern
fans (thanks again, Hawkeye!), never let them put you on the Worldcon
standing committee ballot unless you really want to be on the
standing committee (right Willie?), and little Armadillos are
extremely popular even if people don't know what they are (those
crazy FACT people want how many for 1985?!). Now we had to start
getting ready to check out of the hotel. Scott Cupp was found
still behind the bar muttering, "I'm sorry we're out. I'm
sorry we're out." It took some time before he understood
we were letting him go home, even after we unshackled his leg
irons. As Robert Taylor turned to leave, he informed us that the
NASFiC attendance would be a lot smaller than the Worldcon.