After the Serenity panel etc., I wandered the hall a bit longer, trying to wrap up some purchases. I was beginning to flag a bit — I’d had six hours of sleep the night before on Mary’s hide-a-bed, and a good breakfast at Denny’s, but two full days of Con stuff was beginning to wear. Eventually, Doyce and I had both finished, and we completed some last second business (looking in Lost & Found for his lost Palm media chip), and headed to the car, thence back up the Ks.
About a half-hour later, I got a call on my cell. It was Mary. Oh, hell …
“Hi, Dave. Where are you guys?”
“Um … approaching Highway 53?”
Yes, we had been neglectful scumbags and headed out of town without meeting back up with our hostess or co-house guest. Apologies and distant farewells later, we were rewarded karmically with stop-and-go traffic all the way to Aliso Viejo, making it a two-and-a-quarter hour drive.
A nice dinner, decompressing jabber session with Margie’s folks, and repacking later, we both crashed. In the morning I helped Ginger with her mail-merge functions on the computer, finished up the KOA accounting, and we headed for the airport. Security concerns aside, it was an uneventful flight, and Margie picked us up, and I hit the sack early.
And that’s the end of the story. Until I put in some more links, at least. Or read Doyce’s entries to see what I forgot.
Hmmm…
I see a good Alias for someone in the spycraft game.
Gg…Funny, no filter on Doyce when he’s playing with security types.
Ahhh…
The olde “the-computer-has-locked-up” ruse…Clever.
In my defense, my reluctance to point out the knife right off the bat stemmed from past experience, in which the only options were ‘go back and check the bag’ or ‘have us destroy the item’ — it was a gift, and I didn’t want it screwed with.
At least I remembered to mail home the small questionable item I had from the Con rather than try to get it past security on the second trip.
As for my lack of filter, I can only say that the amiable, down-home attitude of the TSA supervisor put me off my guard — he was being so… normal about the pen knife that I relaxed.
For a “Comic-Con Report,” there’s precious little about the Comic-Con! Nothing, actually. So, what happened at the con? Whom did you meet? What did you hear? Any purchases? Report!
I’d say that this is sign that you should legally change your name to Kleerup. Or Hill-Kleerup. 🙂