Okay, it’s 9 p.m. in Charlotte, and I’m finally settled in.
I woke up at 4 a.m. to be ready for a 5 a.m. pickup by Super Shuttle. Whee. Then I nearly forgot my laptop and had to dash back into the house while the driver was loading my suitcase into the car.
So my neighbors probably just heard the patter of feet and my panicked voice saying, “Sorry, sorry! Don’t leave! I just have to get something! Sorry!” Which we can all agree is the best wake-up alarm ever.
On the way to the airport, we were discussing the I-10 shooter. (For those of you who aren’t aware, there’s been a guy randomly shooting at cars on the freeway.)
The older white lady behind me wondered whether he’d be tried for attempted murder. At which point the driver said, “No, worse: terrorism.”
“Really?” the lady asked. “Even though they don’t know his nationality or religion yet?”
Other than that, not much of note. I got in at 4:15 p.m., and it took nearly 30 minutes to get my bag. But I got to the hotel around 5:30.
Then I hopped in the shower and got ready for a little mixer they were having. Being exhausted, it took me too long, but the event was two hours, so we still had plenty of time to eat. Er, I mean, socialize.
People asked me how I was, and I just indicated my plate and said, “Food!” They left me alone til I was a little more verbal.
In my zeal to feed myself, I grabbed food without really figuring out what it was. This meant I took a few bites of seafood dishes, which I’m not a fan on, and it meant I accidentally tried chicken and waffles.
I know some people love them. But it just sounds gross, and I was happy being someone who had never eaten such a concoction. B
Now that’s ruined, and I have to admit, it was relatively tasty. Nothing I’d rave about, but maybe that’s just the shame talking.
The event came with a goodie bag. Including, as the post title indicates, a selfie stick! Which will be perfect for all the photos I don’t take of myself on the smartphone I don’t use.
Mom’s going to take both of ours home and see if my cousin’s kids want to use them for fake sword fighting. Or maybe they’re old enough to want them. I feel like swords would cause less destruction.
Happily, I can be a little leisurely tomorrow. We’re checking out of this hotel and moving to the FinCon one, but checkout isn’t until noon. Which is practically unheard of these days.
Mom has to do a presentation tomorrow morning at 9, but I’m going to just wake up at 9 and pad down to the free breakfast. Then I’ll eat, take a shower, get presentable, then pack up, check out and pick up my badge for FinCon.
There will be food trucks around noon over at the FinCon hotel. Most of the day will be spent unpacking and resting up for the three night events: a speaker/pro mixer, the kickoff party and, if I’m still able to walk/speak/breathe, an after-party.
I’ll probably briefly poke my head in at the after-party, then crawl into bed. And speaking of crawling into bed, I’m signing off.