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Geri arrived early in the morning to pick Thong and me up and whisk me over to her house. We piled our luggage into the back of her spacious car. We no more than arrived at her garage when Susan pulled up to whisk us all to the airport. We even fit the luggage into her car. The airport turned into a mini fan gathering. Dean, Laura, Shaun, and many other fans were also on the flight. Geri could not get an upgrade, but we had a fan party in the rear of the craft.
At the Toronto Airport, Geri, Thong and I grabbed a taxi and headed off to the Royal York Hotel. Or, at least Thong and I did. Geri was staying at the Renaissance Hotel off on the other side of the Convention Centre. There was quite a line, and like an idiot, I got into it. (While at ConJose, I'd joined the Fairmont President's Club, which offered a discount on phone calls, and a separate window for check-ins.)
The cute guy who checked me in, said I should not have stood in line, and gave me a room overlooking the lake on the fifteenth floor. Rooms above the eleventh floor had an express elevator which was to come in handy over the next several days of the convention. Had it not a defective bath tub liner, it would have been a slice of heaven. It did have a Cisco and free DSL. Thong and I wandered out to exchange some money.
We asked the teller at the bank for how to get to Chinatown, and got some directions, which, had we followed them, would have put us in Chinatown, instead, we walked down Queen Street until we gave up and ate at a not very good Chinese restaurant. (I think we were a couple of blocks east of Chinatown.) Thong went back to the hotel, and I went off to find Programming Ops in the Convention Centre.
I volunteered for a few hours at Programming Ops and then went back to the hotel to graze at parties. Geri was hosting at the LA bid party.
