dragon*con 2004, part two: precious commodity

Thurs­day morn­ing. Brian and Suzan's garage.

Domestikitty's Jetta, sufficiently heavier.  (Foto credit to Amy.)

Piles and piles of suit­cases, cool­ers, PCs, food bins, gro­cery bags and other equip­ment stacked up along the walls of the garage for as far as my tired eyes could see. Now add to that eight peo­ple to trans­port from Hou­s­eXP in Loganville to down­town Atlanta. We had attempted to arrange the pack­ing as well as pos­si­ble the nite before, but it just didn't turn out right. We needed to re-pack before we left, but how the hell were we going to fit all of that stuff in the cars? I don't know how we man­aged it, but we did and were soon off to ATL. Ames and I in one car, Jeff and Jake in another, Jason and Kat in yet another, plus Brian and Suzan.

I've learned that it's quite hard to play nav­i­ga­tor out of blood­shot eyes with half-scribbled direc­tions and bags of stuff in my lap. But with the iPod crank­ing in the Jetta and our cell phones armed and ready, we were finally on our way to down­town Atlanta, and dragon*con 2004.

We had left later than Kat & Jason but some­how ended at the Hyatt before them. Once there, we unloaded the Jetta and had most of our stuff put in Har­ris. It had rained quite a bit the night before, so it was a cool sky for most of the day.…which my lungs quite appreciated

Thomas sends me off to the Marriott.  (Foto credit to Crispy.)

Our first order of busi­ness was to set up liq­uid refresh­ments for the peo­ple at Cen­ten­nial load-in. It was pre-made Gatorade, but it works in a pinch. Then I was on my way to the Mar­riott to check-in the equip­ment there and start set­ting up the Troma booth in the exhi­bi­tion hall. Once Jake came over there, we got through that set-up fairly quickly. The exhib hall didn't even open until the next day, but every­thing needed to be ready — it was just bet­ter to get it out of the way while we had the time.

The rest of the day was some­what laid back, as most of us knew that events the next day (the "offi­cial" start of the con­ven­tion) didn't start imme­di­ately in the morn­ing, which meant that we could take our time.

By now, time was a pre­cious commodity.

I real­ize that these entries aren't being posted in any man­ner even resem­bling timely, but you know what? I do occa­sion­ally have other things to do. Much more to come soon.