exhaustedThe trip itself was somewhat more...exciting...than I tend to prefer, involving as it did a twenty-minute connection that required me to sprint most of the way across Boston Airport. I was crying and hyperventilating by the time I hit the security gate for United Airlines, which, thankfully, caused security to be very nice to me, and got me to my plane on time. (Also, it exhausted me enough to spend most of the six-hour trip to California totally unaware of the world around me.)
Mom and I stopped for dinner at Denny's, since the particular structure of my trip home had denied me the option to eat. I miss the days of bad airplane meals that at least contained calories...
WorldCon was fabulous, and I'll post about it later, when I leave the "fire bad, tree pretty" stage of cognition. Big thanks to my fabulous roommates, Merav, Jon, and Susan; to John, for picking me up from the airport; to Deanne, for giving me a place to crash for a few hours before the fun really got started; and to the entire DAW Mafia, without which I would have been entirely lost.
Next year...AUSTRALIA.
August 11 2009, 18:16:49 UTC 7 years ago
But I do have an interesting image for you about my folks at Logan, in the early 80's, on a Sunday (this is important since Mass. has 'blue' laws), waiting for their flight which was delayed due to mechanical problems elsewhere (and my dad an airline mechanic), sitting on the floor of the terminal since what seats there were had been occupied, drinking wine (which they had to purchase in New Hampshire before coming to Boston on a Sunday - 'blue' laws, remember) out of a paper bag because they had no cups. At the time my folks were in their late 60's - early 70's.
No one would ever believe that if someone wrote it into a story.
August 12 2009, 14:37:21 UTC 7 years ago