Slept through most of the flight to STL, despite being as cramped as a 400-pound guy in Economy class always is. Almost got the chance to cash in my ticket for later flights and $300 since the flight was overbooked, but unfortunately there were enough no-shows that I was able to board. :(
STL airport cops ride Segways. Every bit as lame as it sounds. Electric scoots would be much cooler, to say nothing of intimidating. Also, Wolfgang Puck's sandwiches suck.
Embraer 145s are too small for my enormous butt and even if I didn't weigh ~400 pounds they're too short for me to either fit in the seats or stand up in the aisle. Slept all the way from STL to Minneapolis.
Met up with most of my AD peeps Friday, did dinner with jamestrainor
at Subway, failed to get out and get bandage scissors. Palace of Funk not yet filled with funk, but I am told Jeff's disco suit is indeed pimparrific. Hoping to see it tomorrow before dashing off to the collation and other non-AD things. Having had only 3 hours sleep in the last 48, it's time for me to crash. Tomorrow will be a day of taxes, conventional fanac, buffets, and almost certainly EVE.