As much fun as Comic-Con is–and it is fun–it’s also hard work. Because our body clocks are still on Eastern time, we can’t sleep well, and so get up around 6 am. We drag ourselves over to the convention center to prep, and the doors open at 9:30 am, and we man the booths pretty much non-stop, except for minor breaks, until 7 pm.
After that we head back to the hotel for a quick breather, then head out for dinner and/or drinks, and then do it again.
No complaints here, but Comic-Con As much fun as Comic-Con is–and it is fun–it’s also hard work. Because our body clocks are still on Eastern time, we can’t sleep well, and so get up around 6 am. We drag ourselves over to the convention center to prep, and the doors open at 9:30 am, and we man the booths pretty much non-stop, except for minor breaks, until 7 pm.
After that we head back to the hotel for a quick breather, then head out for dinner and/or drinks, and then do it again.
No complaints here, but Comic-Con is a hard fun. Fun, but not easy. It’s work. My adrenaline was going all week. When you work the booth, you’re constantly selling. You always have to be on.
So after four days of all this mayhem, we have to break down the booth, ship our big stuff back, and then pack our bags for an early flight (after a night out, of course).
Sunday started out just fine. I got to the airport with plenty of time to spare, the plane left on time, and it was a smooth flight.
Until.
We got word that New York was being hit by storms, so about 70 flights were being re-routed, including ours, and no planes were able to take off from New York. We had to land at a small airfield in Harrisburg, Pa., to refuel, and after about an hour or so, we got cleared to fly into New York. When I finally got there, it was pandemonium. Because of all the canceled flights and the late arriving ones, the baggage claim looked like the wreckage from a hurricane. Bags were everywhere. The arrival board had a long list of flights that said "Canceled." People were cranky and annoyed. At one point, my flight just disappeared from the board.
It was only after another passenger told me where our bags were coming out–no announcement had been made–did I find my bag. I literally had to climb over 20 or 30 bags, which were getting jammed in the conveyor belt due to overflow.
And then I had the daunting task of flagging a cab. Yeah right. After 20 minutes on line, I saw someone calling a car service, which gave me the idea to do the same. Another 20 minutes and my car was there. Had I waited for a cab, I might still be there.
All in all I was about 4 hours late getting home, so as I’m sure you can imagine, I was pretty frazzled. My buddy Ray, who flew into Tampa, had a similar experience. He left on a later flight, and rather than getting home around 10 pm, he got home at 3 am.
Needless to say I was pretty wiped out. Comic-Con was a great trip and I’m looking forward to next year … but I’m feeling it a bit this week. But when it comes around again, I’ll be rarin’ to go.
Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/08/02 09:05
