Wordstock

We bought tickets on line and ended up having to stand in line for 30 minutes in the rain with everyone who hadn’t bought their tickets yet, because there was either no delineation or no volunteers with good information (yes, we asked 3 volunteers if we were on the right line).
By the time we got in the museum, the venue for the author event we were interested in was full, so we went across the street to get seats for the next event which was due to start in 45 minutes. There was already a line around the block (in the rain) and the volunteer at the door told us no way everyone already on line would be able to get in. Of course, no one bothered to count how many folks were on line and let those past the capacity know there was no reason for them to get wet. They were not given this consideration.
At this point we tried to find a café in the museum but the only available food was at food wagons out in the rain.
We left, grabbed some food and went to the movies.
Hopefully the organizers do a better job next year. Like for instance either sell fewer tickets or find a bigger venue.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I met an author I really love (Rolf Potts. He’s my boo.); I volunteered for the author escort team, I had free admission into the whole thing (it’s only 5 bucks, but that’s 5 bucks more than I got right now), I met poets, saw famous award-​winning authors speak, and there was even an Ovaltine booth.
Those 20 minutes I spent with Rolf totally made up for the authors who left without me, (hello? I’m an author escort! You’re supposed to wait for me, not leave without me. I know it’s about a 200 feet walk, but don’t take away my joy!) and the fact that there were only extra large t-​shirts left when I showed up at 10am.
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As a destination, Wordstock is awesome. So much time and energy goes into this festival for book lovers, and this year there were awards, workshops, panels, readings, booths, and books for sale.
I wish I could have spent the whole weekend there.