First things first: I'm no longer afraid of flying. After making it through the flight to San Diego for Comic Con with little trouble, I was pretty sure I was over the years of fear. But this flight to Atlanta confirmed it for me. Despite the unfriendliness of the Air Tran counter people, the long security line, the bad (and extra cramped and extra uncomfortable) seat on the plain, the take-off delay, I had a good flight. I was a little nervous beforehand, but it was nothing noteworthy. Something's changed in me and it's a really good feeling. Maybe it had something to do with this awesome view.
Atlanta is a huge airport. I've been there before, but it was years ago and I'd forgotten just how big it is. But they have that cool subway thing to get you from one end to the other. And from there, we caught the MARTA that got us two blocks from our hotel. Very convenient.
The first order of business was to pick up our badges. We'd pre-registered last October and had our registration cards on the refrigerator at home. The man remembered that as we were boarding the plane. Fuuuuuuuuuck. It's not like we thought we wouldn't be able to get our badges, but we expected it to be an ordeal. Turns out it wasn't, unless you count the 2 1/2 hour line we had to wait in. But that wasn't because we'd forgotten our cards (apparently, all we needed was ID), that was just the regular badge pick-up line. They're not very efficient with that and it was a vast contrast to the 10-minutes it took to get Comic Con badges. But here it is:
On our way to the badge line, some woman said "here, sweetie", and handed the man this card. I don't know what's worse, the fact that she handed it to him in front of me or the fact that the card itself looks like it's been handed out and handed back about 8000 times. But hey, it's not just a strip club! The other side of the card promotes their fine dining menu. And really, nothing says Dragon*Con like a stripper and a good steak, right? Maybe we'll check it out ;)
Notes:
• I think I'll be rockin' the ponytail for the duration of this trip.
• Even on a plane, one can keep up with Freaking Big Push missions!
• No turkey sandwich should be that big.
• 7' tall Chewbaccas are way more impressive than 5'10" Chewbaccas.
• I've really got to get more sleep.
>> My Dragon Con 2009 image gallery.
Atlanta is a huge airport. I've been there before, but it was years ago and I'd forgotten just how big it is. But they have that cool subway thing to get you from one end to the other. And from there, we caught the MARTA that got us two blocks from our hotel. Very convenient.
The first order of business was to pick up our badges. We'd pre-registered last October and had our registration cards on the refrigerator at home. The man remembered that as we were boarding the plane. Fuuuuuuuuuck. It's not like we thought we wouldn't be able to get our badges, but we expected it to be an ordeal. Turns out it wasn't, unless you count the 2 1/2 hour line we had to wait in. But that wasn't because we'd forgotten our cards (apparently, all we needed was ID), that was just the regular badge pick-up line. They're not very efficient with that and it was a vast contrast to the 10-minutes it took to get Comic Con badges. But here it is:
On our way to the badge line, some woman said "here, sweetie", and handed the man this card. I don't know what's worse, the fact that she handed it to him in front of me or the fact that the card itself looks like it's been handed out and handed back about 8000 times. But hey, it's not just a strip club! The other side of the card promotes their fine dining menu. And really, nothing says Dragon*Con like a stripper and a good steak, right? Maybe we'll check it out ;)
Notes:
• I think I'll be rockin' the ponytail for the duration of this trip.
• Even on a plane, one can keep up with Freaking Big Push missions!
• No turkey sandwich should be that big.
• 7' tall Chewbaccas are way more impressive than 5'10" Chewbaccas.
• I've really got to get more sleep.
>> My Dragon Con 2009 image gallery.
Comments
Obama is in your underwear.
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And I'll second your opinion that the Atlanta airport is fraking humungous. You really do need that train to get to and from the different terminals.
The reason for the shitty lines, or at least the shitty line I stood on, was that the computers had crashed causing all sorts of delays with registration and badge pick-up.
I can't believe that your husband was handed a prono card for a strip club right in front of you. It must have taken some self-control not to bitch out the women right then and there.
And yes, the giant Chewbacca was awesome.