8:00am, PDX. Getting places a little late is a trick I pull out of my sleeve every once in a while. It's not my best, but I often seem to have that bit of magic handy. Today was no different, but it was a bit more serious.
For some reason I thought that leaving the apartment at 6:20am would be fine to get me to a 6:40 flight. That was a major mistake, and I really wonder what I was thinking. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep over the weekend, but whatever the reason, I missed the flight. It's not like I don't understand the time that I should be there. Patricia, Amy and I flew to Prague just last September and didn't miss any of those flights.
I was fortunate enough to grab another flight just an hour and a half later, this one taking me directly into SF, rather than Oakland like I had planned. This will get me to the conference a bit quicker with any luck, and possibly to the Abigale where I'll be able to check in quickly, then head over to the conference at the Moscone Center.
I'm really enjoying having 'Slim' along with me, even just to take notes and keep this log.
10:45am, Somewhere over Oregon. I wished she hadn't, but Amy was blaming herself for not having driven fast enough to the airport. I called shortly after I made the new arrangements and grabbed some breakfast. "I would have driven faster if you had told me what time your flight was!"
"This is not in any way, shape or form your fault. You're driving an extra 10 miles an hour would have made me 28 minutes late rather than 30."
As I was looking for something to read on the trip before we left, Amy handed me To Kill A Mockingbird. She had recently read it, and just loved it. I remembered reading it in high school, and I've got to say it sounded more appealing than another book on Perl.
So far I've gotten to page 56 as Jem is trying to pass a note to Boo Radley. The pace, style and description reminds me why I took a Southern Lit course as an elective with Mr. Eikleberry in high school. TKAM is a fine book, and well worth the re-read even just this short way into the story.
I know I was supposed to travel with Nancy on the way down, but traveling alone has a real adventure feel to it. I'm not headed to a completely unknown city, but I've certainly not studied up for this trip at all. I'll be winging it, and loving it.
Though I'm a bit sad. This is the longest that Amy and I have been separated in... 2? 3 years? I'll be calling her each day, if just to hear her voice. I should have had her record the outgoing message on the answering machine for me.
The plane's descending. It shouldn't be long now.
2:30pm or so, Moscone Center. I'm on the exhibit floor. I checked into the hotel around 12:30. Things are looking okay. I've done a once around the show floor, and now I want to get a hold of Nancy to make sure everything else is in order for the trip. The badge I got says 'Exhibits Only'. That's a bad sign. I hope I can find Nancy quick and figure out our situation.
Slim is running out of RAM quite quickly. I'll have to delete my Adventure Castle game from RAM if Dan doesn't get here soon. But I've got it backed up at home, so it's no big loss.
The show floor is a lot smaller than I expected, though I guess my hopes were a bit higher than they should have been. Let's hope Nancy can pull some strings and get me into some sessions.
3:30pm, Moscone Center. I found Nancy and her husband. She hasn't been able to contact her people down here yet but it doesn't look like we'll get the full comp passes we expected. I then ran into Darrel Plant who's helping us on our promo CD. It's nice to see someone outside of our company's contingent.
My feet are in bad shape. Walking to the hotel from the Moscone Center where I was dropped off by the shuttle took a while. I, as usual, turned off of Market too soon and was off by a couple of blocks on the way back. Remember, I was carrying my luggage through the hills of SF. This was no walk in the park.
I'm in better shape than I was on the trip to Prague by virtue that I've got cotton socks, and, lo and behold, I packed an extra pair. Though I should have packed a few more. Changing socks when I got to the hotel was what gave my feet the strength to get me back to the Moscone Center.
I just got my first 'Oh my god' about Slim. The guy at the booth next to the 'couch booth' was sitting in a bit of awe. I extolled the virtues of the my mighty mite of a machine, and he was naturally impressed. Score.
Let's hope I can get Dan a copy of ZTerm on his machine before I run out of space here...
12:20am, Abigail Hotel. I'm back at the Abigail Hotel after having spent the evening with Arron. We met up at the corner of Castro and Market being that it was the location that I was best able to find and was half way between our respective locales.
He looks great, though a bit tired. It's been 4 years since we've seen each other, and with my amazing skill of conversation, I was able to only ask factual questions of his whereabouts and time lines over the years.
(I've never been good at conversation. I'm pretty good at asking questions and then shutting up, but that's less of a conversation and more of an interview. Some sort of wall there, I think.)
We had dinner at a nice little Chinese place. There we caught up on all the broad strokes of the facts. Afterwards we headed back to his apartment. I can't tell if he's got 2 or 3 roommates, but there were up to 7 people there at any one time. They all seemed nice enough and I even got the chance to take a look at my e-mail, make a journal entry on Dwelling and watch John Water's Pecker.
It's quiet in the hotel room. I miss Amy.
(Edit note: Darrel Plant's name corrected, 2003)