The silver lining to that dark cloud was that while I was consoling him in the bar, our friend scottedelman came in. We invited him to sit down, which he did, announcing as he pulled out his chair, "I'm supposed to meet Connie" (Scott knows everyone!). Sure enough, five minutes later Connie Willis came in from her autographing session and joined us for some lemonade and conversation.
My husband asked if Connie's husband had known she was a writer when he married her (Charlie himself has never recovered from the shock). Connie said they had gotten that straight before they married, and then she talked about her early days getting started, about how long it had taken her to sell her first story. When I explained how I had met scottedelman through the writer's group he helped to found, she talked about her own group. We had similar stories about our first group meeting where we weren't sure if the group was a cover for axe murderers or other nefarious crimes! It was a magical 45 minutes.
I've posted my Balticon photos here, but I'm including the one of us and Connie in this entry.