It was cold when we arrived at Winter Fantasy in Chicago, a mid-sized convention in January. I was eagerly looking forward to it, but not for the same reasons as Don. We were staying in the hotel that was attached to the convention hall, with about 20 other people. Don wasn't happy with the arrangements, but neither of us had the money to get a room on our own, so it was either share or not go, and his desire to play outweighed his dislike of people, so we went.
     I, on the other hand, had made friends with almost all of the people we would be sharing the room with and was happily looking forward to spending the weekend with them. I had packed sleeping bags, a cooler of food to share with everyone, pillows and other odds and ends we needed for our getaway....

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