in the land of better weather, at least temporarily
Both temporarily there, and temporarily better, I believe. I'm in San Francisco til Saturday. I didn't fly out with nlanza because of an Important Meeting at work -- and there's important meetings and then there's Important Meetings, and I'm glad I stayed because my coworker K. thanked me so profusely afterwards for being there; I think it meant a lot to her.
So yesterday, my flight from Pittsburgh leaves a little bit late, but not too bad. I wrote a nice presentation on my shiny new Air, though I discovered that only SOME of my license keys and so on transferred in the machine-cloning operation, so I'm going to need to dig out all my media when I get him. I should really start storing that stuff in Yojimbo-or-something.
I get to Las Vegas pretty much on time. Off I hop and go to look at the TVs to see where my connecting flight is. The first thing I see is that it's delayed 1.5 hours, which would mean leaving Vegas at 11:35 their time and getting into SFO at a point when I would be comatose.
The second thing I see is that the previous flight to SFO is delayed 2.5 hours, which means it leaves in 15 minutes. Off I scoot and get my butt on that flight instead.
I pretty much figured that my bag wasn't going to make it, so I called ahead and nlanza went and bought me undies, socks, and a shirt to wear today at Macy's. I ended up getting out of SFO at around the time I was originally scheduled to arrive there, and was in the hotel asleep by the time my original plane finally made it in. Walked to Blue Bottle for coffee, had an empanada for breakfast, accidentally sort of stimulated the economy (which I had promised I wouldn't do but then nlanza kept pointing out all the great shopping and in my soul I am a covetous little goblin), ran an errand for a friend.
My feet, which did not appreciate wearing shoes for 20 hours straight yesterday, are not pleased with me. No matter how comfy the shoe, feet will only take so much.
My luggage showed up sometime this morning, so I'm back at the hotel and going to unpack in a few. Tonight, going out with tmaher and urso, hoorah!
So yesterday, my flight from Pittsburgh leaves a little bit late, but not too bad. I wrote a nice presentation on my shiny new Air, though I discovered that only SOME of my license keys and so on transferred in the machine-cloning operation, so I'm going to need to dig out all my media when I get him. I should really start storing that stuff in Yojimbo-or-something.
I get to Las Vegas pretty much on time. Off I hop and go to look at the TVs to see where my connecting flight is. The first thing I see is that it's delayed 1.5 hours, which would mean leaving Vegas at 11:35 their time and getting into SFO at a point when I would be comatose.
The second thing I see is that the previous flight to SFO is delayed 2.5 hours, which means it leaves in 15 minutes. Off I scoot and get my butt on that flight instead.
I pretty much figured that my bag wasn't going to make it, so I called ahead and nlanza went and bought me undies, socks, and a shirt to wear today at Macy's. I ended up getting out of SFO at around the time I was originally scheduled to arrive there, and was in the hotel asleep by the time my original plane finally made it in. Walked to Blue Bottle for coffee, had an empanada for breakfast, accidentally sort of stimulated the economy (which I had promised I wouldn't do but then nlanza kept pointing out all the great shopping and in my soul I am a covetous little goblin), ran an errand for a friend.
My feet, which did not appreciate wearing shoes for 20 hours straight yesterday, are not pleased with me. No matter how comfy the shoe, feet will only take so much.
My luggage showed up sometime this morning, so I'm back at the hotel and going to unpack in a few. Tonight, going out with tmaher and urso, hoorah!