The worst thing about flying first class is you can’t imagine flying any way else ever again. Especially on long trips.It’s simply unfathomable. The seats are larger so I can move and twitch and readjust to my hearts content without bugging the hell out of my seat mate. That’s vital. Because with the state of my back these days, I really need to be able to move around without feeling like the person next to me is going to smother me with a pillow.

The weather was so bad from Denver to Boston they kept re-routing us North until we were practically in Canadian airspace.”And if you look out the left side of the plane, you can see Ottawa.”

SO yes. First class good.

My first thought when I got to our booth space was … too small. It didn’t seem big enough for a 10×10. And then I looked at all the boxes and panicked. There was no way I was going to get everything in the booth I needed to. After spending 2 hours hauling boxes and shoving things this way and that… there’s no room for everything. I’m not going to name names, but …. *growl*

All in all, the space is going to look ok. Not as nice as I’d like it to be, but what can you do.

Now I’m going to waste a little time here before heading off to get officially registered and then catch a train to Braintree and see Kendra for dinner. I’m so excited to finally meet her. I can hardly contain my gleeful joy.