Funny story. Still in DC. My flight from DC to Atlanta was delayed too long to get the last connecting flight from Atlanta to Austin so I stayed in DC. And svmadelyn, whose flight was delayed for two hours, became concerned when I started laughing hysterically over the cell phone and changed flights so we both leave at seven tomorrow morning. This is why I am in indentured servitude for the rest of my life.
So. We are at a hotel. After a million calls to find one. And after getting here, our keys to our room didnt' work. Then only one key didnt' work. Then the room service was already closed. Then we have not yet stopped laughing because oh my God, of course this would happen. Of course. It had to. The trip went to well!!!!!
I want a.) room service b.) a pony c.) another massage from synecdochic (OH MY GOD) and d.) more con.txt. I have Coke, svmadelyn, and what appears to be Family Guy on TV. I do not know if this makes up for it.
[svmadelyn: I am totally enough.]
Short version of report, which both of us will expand on later: oh my God that was awesome. I did not want to leave. EVER. That was *awesome*. I cannot wait utnil 2010, because this was just amazing fun, and I seriously cannot explain how fantastic the panels were or how great the people were and how hot Fraser is in Due South.
...I feel that last part is a worrisome development, but then again, we are trapped in a hotel and svmadelyn also muttered something about tracking down episodes so what the hell.
Our lives are hard. Yes, I know, other people have it harder, but this is my pain and my pain is great.
Um, to everyone, hi! I will post interestingly later! After I get home. Assuming I ever do. In my life.
....seven o'clock in the morning. Also, I have no luggage. It is in Austin. I have no clean underwear. This cannot end well.
In short: Con.Txt - EVERYONE IN THE UNIVERSE SHOULD GO TO THIS. My thanks to gblvr for a wonderfully run con and ducks and just everything, as well as the other coordinators who I swear I will thank by name when I get home and the hysteria ceases. (Also, Madelyn is reading this over my shoulder to make sure it's readable. Also, we have wireless. No, we have no room key, the shuttle does not run when we need to get to the hotel, but yes, we have freaking wireless. It was my first question when asking for a room. You see at least the hysteria did not affect my logical thinking skills.)
Yes. Um. See you all soon!