Back from Toronto
Sep. 2nd, 2003 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lsandersonThe Dead Dog Party and cleanup ran far past the wee hours of the morning -- it was just plain light and the hour was reaching for past . The sun was up before I headed up the elevator to the fifteenth floor and the room.
I awoke at 9:30 to remember (vaguely, as if in a fog):
I pulled on some pants and a fannish t-shirt and wandered back down to first. On the very long walk from the elevator to the ConSuite, I saw Diane, and we looked briefly for the pennies. Didn't find it. I did pick up a large box, which I thought the Duckie Box would fit inside. Diane gave me the keys to the ConSuite (she was off to catch a train back to London), and Thong and I wandered off to find breakfast.
We went back to the food court across from the Convention Centre, which was run by more than half Asian. Thong likes soup for breakfast, and I usually had some form of eggs. David Langford was there eating, and I asked him if Geri was up yet, and got the answer that she was not.
As it was closing in on 13:00, we stumbled down the elevator with the sixteen pieces of unmatched luggage, and I checked out of the Fairmont. We then stumbled down to the checked luggage room (and why not left luggage?) and checked it all in.
We grabbed a taxi off to the gay ghetto to wander around for a bit and had coffee, then went back to the hotel, talked briefly with Catherine, wandered around in the ConSuite, and unchecked our checked luggage and hopped a taxi for the airport.
While we were eating at Friday's after we passed Customs, Geri arrived. She went to an earlier gate where Ben and a bunch of LA fans were. Thong and I went to the gate. When Geri arrived, she upgraded the two of us to first class. Dean, Laura, and Ken were also on the plane, although they arrived late and after we'd commented that we thought they were on the plane. The steward was Jeffery, a friend of Paul and Corey's, that I've known for quite some time, and other people that I knew got on the plane. Of course, for my second time ever in first class, the plane had no food (it had not gotten loaded in Mpls.), and I was dead tired. Geri and smoffed, drank a beer, and slept.
In Minneapolis, we called the pseudo child, who picked Thong, Geri and me up and delivered us to our homes in his pickup truck.
I awoke at 9:30 to remember (vaguely, as if in a fog):
- Gregg had vanished sometime during the night without taking the Duckie Box. I called him, but he'd already checked out of the hotel.
- Neil had placed a bag of 1973 pennies and Mpls in '73 stickers in a closet that I did not remember packing.
I pulled on some pants and a fannish t-shirt and wandered back down to first. On the very long walk from the elevator to the ConSuite, I saw Diane, and we looked briefly for the pennies. Didn't find it. I did pick up a large box, which I thought the Duckie Box would fit inside. Diane gave me the keys to the ConSuite (she was off to catch a train back to London), and Thong and I wandered off to find breakfast.
We went back to the food court across from the Convention Centre, which was run by more than half Asian. Thong likes soup for breakfast, and I usually had some form of eggs. David Langford was there eating, and I asked him if Geri was up yet, and got the answer that she was not.
As it was closing in on 13:00, we stumbled down the elevator with the sixteen pieces of unmatched luggage, and I checked out of the Fairmont. We then stumbled down to the checked luggage room (and why not left luggage?) and checked it all in.
We grabbed a taxi off to the gay ghetto to wander around for a bit and had coffee, then went back to the hotel, talked briefly with Catherine, wandered around in the ConSuite, and unchecked our checked luggage and hopped a taxi for the airport.
While we were eating at Friday's after we passed Customs, Geri arrived. She went to an earlier gate where Ben and a bunch of LA fans were. Thong and I went to the gate. When Geri arrived, she upgraded the two of us to first class. Dean, Laura, and Ken were also on the plane, although they arrived late and after we'd commented that we thought they were on the plane. The steward was Jeffery, a friend of Paul and Corey's, that I've known for quite some time, and other people that I knew got on the plane. Of course, for my second time ever in first class, the plane had no food (it had not gotten loaded in Mpls.), and I was dead tired. Geri and smoffed, drank a beer, and slept.
In Minneapolis, we called the pseudo child, who picked Thong, Geri and me up and delivered us to our homes in his pickup truck.
