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The wonderful goodness of this
weekend was equalled only by the incredible rockiness of its start...
We flew in late Thursday night--very
late, since our flight was delayed so that we didn't arrive until after
1am--to discover that neither of our ATM cards worked in the airport machines!
So there we were, tired, hungry, broke...luckily the cabs took credit
cards, and we were able to make it to the Canadiana Lodging where we met
up with the inestimable Marna, Ian, Scott "Pilot" Padgett, and
Robert Parks. Alas that our meeting of these last three was marred by
exhaustion, but luckily we were able to spend more time with all of them
later on during the weekend. Marna
kindly floated us a loan so we could afford our linen deposit and get
some breakfast, and then we turned to the surprisingly complicated task
of checking into the Canadiana.
The less said about our brief
stay at the Canadiana, the better. If it had been air-conditioned as advertised
on their web site, and if our room hadn't been opposite a squeaking door
to the lobby which opened and closed every 15 minutes all night,
we would have stuck around. But it wasn't, and it was, and we didn't.
Amazingly, when I called the Toronto Tourist Bureau the next morning and
said we were looking for a room near the Convention Center, the nice man
on the phone didn't laugh, and in fact found us the last double room left
at the Holiday Inn on King Street. Thus we decamped to the Holiday Inn,
breakfasted at a local café, changed some US cash into CDN, and
headed off to the con, sleep-deprived but ready for anything.
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