Wednesday, December 10, 2003
This weekend we are doing a show, and it's my least favorite one, Philcon. The show itself is fine, but it has the worst location in the world short of downtown Kandahar: A hotel in the middle of center city Philadelphia. Which means nightmarish parking to start with, and a setup process designed by the Marquis de Sade: The dealer's room is on the second floor, so everything has to be trundled in on handtrucks (Yes, the hotel has its own luggage carts that you can use, but of course you practically have to perform sexual favors on the unionized help to get any of them). I miss the old, incredibly-easy-to-get-to Adam's Mark on City Line Avenue that they used to hold the show in. But at least the management of the con likes us, so we are the only game dealer there, which means decent money to be made there. Trade-offs.