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 ;)
• 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.