Hit-and-Run
So.
Monday-- wake 0600, work 0700-1530, dinner at Cafe Habana around 1830, wait in line for Elvis Costello show commencing at 2000, Elvis Costello show 2100-2330. Drive home.
Tuesday-- arrive at the Henry Ford to see the Emancipation Proclamation at 0015. See there is a 4-5 hour wait; cry. Go home and sleep 0100-0400, then take chairs and water bottles to husband who has decided to wait in line overnight. This act of mercy is rewarded by being allowed to line-cut and join him. Wait in line 0430-0615. See original Emancipation Proclamation and leave venue, arriving home 0630. Take shower, proceed to work, stay at work until 1530. Frantically pack suitcase and shovel down dinner, arrive at airport 1800. Plane is delayed by bad weather. For three hours. Read Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter, drink a Blue Moon and board plane circa 2200 EDT. Fly to Vegas. Arrive circa 2300 PDT. Get shuttle to Caesar's Palace.
Wednesday-- Have snafu with rooms; put in the swanky Augustus Tower to compensate but have no accommodations for Saturday night. Change return flight in disgust because the fee to change the flight will be cheaper than working out a hotel/transportation mess. Work on an FE8 drabble before falling asleep circa 0130 PDT. By this time my internal clock is so messed up it's not funny, plus I was sick on the plane. I don't manage to wake until 0850; have to run to make my 0900 conference. Get talked at by various parties from 0930ish through 1400. Finally get some food around noon, which is the first real meal I'd had in about 22 hours.
I still don't know which way is up. And this is the worst and most unreliable Internet I've paid money for in years.
When my brain works again, I might review the Lincoln novel. It was surprisingly... good. Also, the Elvis Costello show was fantastic; he can be inconsistent live, so this was a wonderful surprise. And seeing the Emancipation Proclamation was very moving, especially given that it attracted a wonderfully diverse crowd of people who were willing to wait 6+ hours through the night. It was a bonding experience.
Monday-- wake 0600, work 0700-1530, dinner at Cafe Habana around 1830, wait in line for Elvis Costello show commencing at 2000, Elvis Costello show 2100-2330. Drive home.
Tuesday-- arrive at the Henry Ford to see the Emancipation Proclamation at 0015. See there is a 4-5 hour wait; cry. Go home and sleep 0100-0400, then take chairs and water bottles to husband who has decided to wait in line overnight. This act of mercy is rewarded by being allowed to line-cut and join him. Wait in line 0430-0615. See original Emancipation Proclamation and leave venue, arriving home 0630. Take shower, proceed to work, stay at work until 1530. Frantically pack suitcase and shovel down dinner, arrive at airport 1800. Plane is delayed by bad weather. For three hours. Read Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter, drink a Blue Moon and board plane circa 2200 EDT. Fly to Vegas. Arrive circa 2300 PDT. Get shuttle to Caesar's Palace.
Wednesday-- Have snafu with rooms; put in the swanky Augustus Tower to compensate but have no accommodations for Saturday night. Change return flight in disgust because the fee to change the flight will be cheaper than working out a hotel/transportation mess. Work on an FE8 drabble before falling asleep circa 0130 PDT. By this time my internal clock is so messed up it's not funny, plus I was sick on the plane. I don't manage to wake until 0850; have to run to make my 0900 conference. Get talked at by various parties from 0930ish through 1400. Finally get some food around noon, which is the first real meal I'd had in about 22 hours.
I still don't know which way is up. And this is the worst and most unreliable Internet I've paid money for in years.
When my brain works again, I might review the Lincoln novel. It was surprisingly... good. Also, the Elvis Costello show was fantastic; he can be inconsistent live, so this was a wonderful surprise. And seeing the Emancipation Proclamation was very moving, especially given that it attracted a wonderfully diverse crowd of people who were willing to wait 6+ hours through the night. It was a bonding experience.