Con Diaries: Emerald City Comicon, Day 0
Today is bonkers. I say that because right now I’m sitting on a plane, next to a dog, waiting at the gate for a mechanic to install a seat belt in the row behind me. We were supposed to take off 12 minutes ago. Epically bonkers.
Yesterday was also kind of bonkers, at least at the office. So when I got a text message at 4:45pm that said “Beer?” I said “Screw it, I need a damn beer.” Many beers (and a couple tacos) later, I walked into my apartment shortly before midnight. At which point I said “Screw it, I need my damn bed.” So this morning was a whirlwind of packing because I was going straight from the office to JFK for my flight to Seattle and Emerald City Comicon.
Things I forgot to pack:
– Tissues (it is cold enough and pollen-y enough that I’m a drippy mess)
– Airborne (which means I’ll get con plague)
– Comics to get signed at the con (specifically, Ginger Girl, Emitown, Tale of Sand, and probably others if I think about it)
– Christmas presents for friends I’ll see at the con (one of whom lives in NYC; I am super flakey)
– Hair dryer (“I can’t live without it!”)
– Scissors (long story)
– Deodorant (maybe…? I’m not sure)
– My passport
Now, you might not think that last one is a big deal because it’s not like I’m taking an international flight. But currently, my passport is the only form of accurate photo ID I have. Meaning, I wasn’t getting on a damn plane. Luckily my superhero of a roommate was able to jump on the subway and bring me my passport at work. Problem solved! Hurrah! Then there was a mix up with my ride from the airport at Seattle because I forget that things like AM and PM are important to tell people. Facepalm!
I checked in to my flight online and made it to the airport 57 minutes before my boarding time (go me!). The terminal, which has its security line start precariously close to the main entrance, was totally mobbed. After about 15 minutes of waiting “in line,” the staff decided to take a group of us to another security check in. A brisk walk out the terminal, across a parking lot, and under an overpass later, we arrived safely at our destination. I had just enough time to go to the bathroom and grab a sandwich before having to board. When I got to the gate I was beyond relieved and more than pleasantly surprised to find out a friend of mine was on my flight. I apologized for not having his Christmas present with me.
And that brings us to now. I don’t think you’ll blame me if I take a nap and catch up with you all in Seattle.
