home again, at least for a bit....
May. 26th, 2008 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauraanne_gilmanHome: safe, sound, and sleepy. Amtrak is making serious hay off the current gas price woes, and doing it well -- the trip there and home was smooth, simple, and cost less than the gas it would have taken to drive. And I got work done. Wins all around!
A good convention all around, except for the drunken co-ed lacrosse players in the hallway last night/this morning. I had words with them at midnight when I went into my room, called down to the front desk at 2, and then again at 4am. When I checked out I had a few Words with the manager ("If that had been our group, you would have shut us down. I don't expect Marriott to privilege drunk college students over other paying customers. What's the deal?") The deal was they had no excuse and offered a make-good. I accepted without pushing it further only because the manager admitted bluntly that they screwed up -- and because I was busy cherishing the OMG HURT look on the faces of those players as they were being loaded into the bus at 7am this morning. They were drinking beer, and ended up hung like a hangman's rope. Me, I was drinking single malts, and got up to hit the gym and have a lovely breakfast, sans headache. Experience trumps arrogance!
And now I have to feed/console the felines, sort the mail, and start in on the proofs for THE NIGHT SERPENT that of course came while I was away...
A good convention all around, except for the drunken co-ed lacrosse players in the hallway last night/this morning. I had words with them at midnight when I went into my room, called down to the front desk at 2, and then again at 4am. When I checked out I had a few Words with the manager ("If that had been our group, you would have shut us down. I don't expect Marriott to privilege drunk college students over other paying customers. What's the deal?") The deal was they had no excuse and offered a make-good. I accepted without pushing it further only because the manager admitted bluntly that they screwed up -- and because I was busy cherishing the OMG HURT look on the faces of those players as they were being loaded into the bus at 7am this morning. They were drinking beer, and ended up hung like a hangman's rope. Me, I was drinking single malts, and got up to hit the gym and have a lovely breakfast, sans headache. Experience trumps arrogance!
And now I have to feed/console the felines, sort the mail, and start in on the proofs for THE NIGHT SERPENT that of course came while I was away...
