NOTE: Every year I write a Worldcon Diary for Challenger, a multiple Hugo nominee. Now that it has reached all its subscribers, I got editor Guy Lillian’s permission to run it here as well, since this was a very special Worldcon for me.
Chicon 7 Diary, 2012
Sunday, August 26: We drove up to Chicago from Cincinnati through five separate and distinct rainstorms, and finally arrived in late afternoon. The committee had given us a lovely suite on the 14th floor of the Hyatt (and the hotel had added a wonderful gift basket filled with goodies). We were directly (by maybe ten to twenty floors) below all those lovely party suites that were in constant use once the convention started.
We unpacked, went down to the main floor, and took a cab to our favorite Greek restaurant, the Greek Islands. This was the original, on Halsted Street, and little more than half the price of the branch that’s about two blocks from the Windycon hotel in the western suburbs. Wonderful meal, as always — mine never varies: saganaki, pastitsio, and dolmades — and then we returned to the hotel, where Carol finished unpacking and I set off to learn my way around the four subterranean levels where all the programming would take place.
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