Well folks – that’s it for San Diego.
This year was no exception, and I’m tired of the stress involved with traveling out there. So that’s it, this was more than likely my last Comic Con.
Besides the snafu with the hotel (which was the MARRIOTT GASLAMP for those wondering. I did get a call from the asst. manager after I sent in a complaint saying I wouldn’t be charged for the rollaway and hoping everything was ok – which I don’t understand how the Marriott thinks 3 grown adults can fit in one bed, particularly after calling two days before and checking to make sure the room was correct.) here’s the latest: We’re stuck in Cincinnati!
Our flight out of San Diego was delayed. We got to Cincinatti with only 15 minutes to get to our next flight – which, as it turns out, was in ANOTHER terminal. One you have to take a SHUTTLE to. We asked the ticket agent and she told us there was no way we’d make it. I got mad and we ran and realised it was too late, then both Ash and I both started freaking out… we went to the ticket agent and there were no more flights to either Nashville OR Memphis that night.
They stuck us in a hotel. (ANOTHER marriott! GRR ARGH) So we’re here, paying another $10 a night for internet and wondering what good these $7 meal vouchers are for, seeing as how just a plain burger here is $9 and there’s nowhere else around here to get food.
So yep, no more Comic Con for me. It’s just too stressful. And I’m driving to Dragoncon this year.