Home.
I got home from this year's Gaylaxicon in Atlanta about five minutes ago. I had a great time; however, to steal from W.C. Fields: on the whole, I'd rather my luggage wasn't in Philadelphia.
I'll post a full report later (probably tomorrow some time), but the short version of the tale of the return trip: I left the con around 1:45 with robgates, his husband Peter, ashoemaker and cplpunishment. We weren't on the same flights (they were going to Washington, DC), but I thought that since we were all supposed to be taking off around the same time, it would be convenient for me to join them. I was supposed to have a stopover in Philadelphia for an hour or so, change planes, then continue on to Toronto. My 5:15 flight was delayed until 6:30, meaning that I would have roughly five minutes to get off the plane and make my connecting flight. US Air managed to find me a direct flight on Air Canada at 8:05, however, so I'd be arriving about the same time. I cleared customs in record time (I think my Customs agent was a science fiction fan :) ), only to find that they didn't take my suitcase off the Philadelphia flight, and I guess they didn't transfer it to the Toronto flight in Philly because either they didn't make the connection, or because I wasn't on the plane.
So the kind and efficient gentleman at Pearson took down all of my information and assured me that it would be on tomorrow morning's first flight out of Philadelphia, around 11 o'clock, and that it would be delivered to me. It'll probably have to be delivered to me at work, though, since I won't be home by the time it arrives. Mind you, I'm not the only one affected, as there were several other passengers who were put on other flights because they were going to miss their connections, so if I'm lucky, they may have other Toronto passengers' luggage to deliver and I might be able to be home by the time they get to mine.
Oh, and the other thing I want to post right now, before I go to bed: it sucks having severely chapped lips - to the point of cracking and bleeding - and not being able to kiss all one's friends goodbye at the end of the con. :( OTOH, it's kind of neat getting cruised twice in Atlanta's airport, once by a guy heading for Chicago and once by a US Air Force aircraft mechanic who'd just gotten home from Afghanistan. *grin*
I'll post a full report later (probably tomorrow some time), but the short version of the tale of the return trip: I left the con around 1:45 with robgates, his husband Peter, ashoemaker and cplpunishment. We weren't on the same flights (they were going to Washington, DC), but I thought that since we were all supposed to be taking off around the same time, it would be convenient for me to join them. I was supposed to have a stopover in Philadelphia for an hour or so, change planes, then continue on to Toronto. My 5:15 flight was delayed until 6:30, meaning that I would have roughly five minutes to get off the plane and make my connecting flight. US Air managed to find me a direct flight on Air Canada at 8:05, however, so I'd be arriving about the same time. I cleared customs in record time (I think my Customs agent was a science fiction fan :) ), only to find that they didn't take my suitcase off the Philadelphia flight, and I guess they didn't transfer it to the Toronto flight in Philly because either they didn't make the connection, or because I wasn't on the plane.
So the kind and efficient gentleman at Pearson took down all of my information and assured me that it would be on tomorrow morning's first flight out of Philadelphia, around 11 o'clock, and that it would be delivered to me. It'll probably have to be delivered to me at work, though, since I won't be home by the time it arrives. Mind you, I'm not the only one affected, as there were several other passengers who were put on other flights because they were going to miss their connections, so if I'm lucky, they may have other Toronto passengers' luggage to deliver and I might be able to be home by the time they get to mine.
Oh, and the other thing I want to post right now, before I go to bed: it sucks having severely chapped lips - to the point of cracking and bleeding - and not being able to kiss all one's friends goodbye at the end of the con. :( OTOH, it's kind of neat getting cruised twice in Atlanta's airport, once by a guy heading for Chicago and once by a US Air Force aircraft mechanic who'd just gotten home from Afghanistan. *grin*