Reporting in from Silicon Valley, only I've actually gone home for the night, seeing as I live about 20 minutes drive from the con hotel.
Managed to catch up with Helen and Mr Helen, who were doing a Servalan and Avon costume number for the Regency dance. Also wandered along to the filk session, where I found Jane Mailander, late of the B7 parish. A large number of towels were in evidence, and there were several gentlemen clad in their dressing gowns. There were one or two mundanes in the hotel - I know, because I got picked on by one of them to try and explain what was going on.
And I wandered into the panel on how Silicon Valley types cope when moving out of the Valley to low-tech areas, where I made myself unpopular by remarking "but we've had that in England for the last couple of years" to someone's burbling about how you'll soon be able to press a button on your cellphone, it'll work out where you are, and you'll get a listing of where the nearest pizza outlets are.