What a long, strange trip it’s been

Arrived at the airport and checked in.

Why do I have a First Class ticket? My company only books Steerage Class … Check my itinerary, and, yeah, it says First Class. Must call the travel agency … in the morning. No use disturbing them now …

Oh, boy, this means I get to take the First Class Passengers Are Trusted Because They Spend Lots of Money Short Line through security.

Which turns out to actually be longer than the Steerage Class line. And it also turns out that Dave Hill, International Man of Mystery, gets patted anyway, just because the security folk need to be on a “continuous” pat-down cycle. Joy.

Get to the gate. Hang out. Board early with the other Privileged Folks.

Nice flight. Very good food — some sort of a yummy, spicy, chicken-cheese wrap thing. And they ply me with wine, which is always nice.

Arrive in LA. Get to the Hertz lot. Discover I … have a mongo Expedition rented. Huh? I have Intermediate in my profile, and that’s the standard kind of thing we get. But, for some reason, I’m being charged $123/day for a big SUV I didn’t want.

Definitely have to call the travel agent.

Call the person I was going to call and meet for dinner. No answer on their cell. Call their home. They’re “at dinner.” Hrm. Glad I got fed.

Get to the hotel. Check in. Unpack. Discover this room has a very flaky Wi-Fi connection. Possibly, it occurs to me, because I’m sitting right next to the elevator shafts, and so have big elevators running up and down past my signal at odd intervals. All I know is that my connection keeps dropping, which makes playing City of Heroes more than a bit problematic, which is seriously annoying (esp. since I’m paying $10/day for the connection). Disco once during a mission with Margie, then, soloing, I disco twice in fifteen minutes (once in conversation with other folks), and can’t reconnect without a reboot.

Rrg.