Well, here’s my first blog post from Nationals.
The flight wasn’t bad. The waiting was horrific. Not going to go into that because it’ll just bring me back to my unhappy place. *sigh* Okay, so landed in Orlando at…6:30ish. I didn’t get to the hotel until an hour later. But that wasn’t the notable part. Oh no.
I met some lovely RWA ladies in the shuttle lobby. I got my ticket, sat down and was chatting with them about the conference when my cell phone rang. It was the airline asking me if I had my bags.
Me: Um, yes, I have my bags. Thinking wow, this is great service!
Them: No ma’am, you have someone else’s bag.
I look at the bright green sparkly ribbon tied around the handles.
Me: Um, these are my bags.
Them: No, ma’am, I’m looking at your luggage tag “Danica Ah-vet”, correct?
Me <thinking>: OH CRAP
So yeah, I made off with someone else’s bag and got called on it in front of Leanne Banks. Errrr, yes I am that person who takes your luggage thinking it’s hers. But it’s your fault for copying me. I spent hours trying to think of a way to tag my luggage to make it easily identifiable and you had to copycat me? Meh.
Anyway, we get to the hotel, check-in took longer than I thought it would and then I found out they were out of king-size beds. I really wanted a king-size bed so I could loll like a pampered princess. I would’ve taken the double, but apparently the clerk either really liked my hair and was feeling helpful, or she was being evil because I got a room like a studio apartment. I’m sure there’s a down side…I’ll find it. Oh and on top of that…I got another rejection, this time from an editor. It was waiting for me when I got off the plane. Meh
So that was day…point 5 of my first Nationals experience. The flight was insane (although I did have a rousing Kindle discussion with my seat mates), I embarrassed myself, nearly knocked down a sweet little old man with my luggage, but at least my toilet flushes, the shower works wonderfully, the a/c is brutally cold (this is a good thing), and I have a coffee pot. I can survive anything.
Glad to hear you made it OK. Sorry about the rejection. Meh. Can’t wait to hear more. I would be on total sensory overload if i went. Seriously, I might implode. š
Oh man. . . crazy times. But I’m glad you got there eventually and safe and sound! UGH, I hate it when the AC is so frigid in the conference rooms. Hope you brought a parka. LOL.