menotyou

Ahh....San Francisco. Last night I received a fairly potent omen that Lady Eris was watching my trip. I have been rereading the amazing Sandman series as I mentioned in my last post. The last story I read before crashing out was a riveting tale about none other than Joshua Norton. The man whose grave I plan to visit tomorrow afternoon.

The next morning long after the willies had past, I get to the airport and walk up to the counter to collect my E-ticket. Alas our discordiness had been watching me because neither my credit card nor license would scan for the confounded machine. Eventually I discovered that any credit card would work and it graciously spit out my boarding pass (which for reason totally unknown to me proclaimed I was traveling with an infant).

Then came security. I was preselected by my airline for a special search. They pulled me out of line and brought me around to a small room behind the elevators. It was there every article in my bag was very carefully searched and the security dude was forced to pat down my crotch because my infernal belt set off the detector. It was fun let me tell you.

Then the plane. It was full. Very very full. I just barely got my bag to fit in the over head compartment. Alas my laptop would not do the same. Sooo...under the seat in front of me it went.

Let me clarify for those of you who don't actually know me...I am very tall. 6'3" tall. Coach on an airplane is not made for people my size. The trip would have been uncomfortable anyway without taking away space for my laptop. Let's just say it sucked.

Why do they call it coach anyway?

Anyway, the San Remo hotel seems awesome but none of the rooms have phone jacks. The one I am bootlegging is in a small nook behind the front desk. I had planned to put a sign on my door proclaiming my SGednesses but room four is way the hell in the back. Oh well.

Hail Eris and all her Erissness.