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I’ll have a write-up of my excellent time in Zagreb at SferaKon/Eurocon once I can feel my brain. I finished Rule 34 on the plane, and wooo, pretty good. I’ll try to elaborate later. Also I watched 8 eps of Community, and I haven’t slept for 20 hours. I’ll try not to fall asleep at the keyboasdffdsareogjaeorgnahdfooavhargouhg
I managed to talk my sweet into going to Hopdevil last night and had this tasty lager. The bar seems to have branched out from its specialization on Belgian Trappist ale to a more worldly offering. In fact, they only had Chimay on offer last night. Vukovarsko is actually a Croatian microbrew, and hit the Spot nicely.
So, despite all the drama, missed connections, lost boarding passes, lost baggage ticket (!!! I blame the next point for that) and an evil, counterproductive check-in worker, I am actually sitting in my father-in-law’s kitchen.
It could be worse, we almost missed our original flight because of check-in problems which were caused by the person at the desk. We spent an hour at the desk, and he seemed pretty sour that he had to eventually get the flight reopened for us so he could put our luggage through, and had the temerity to blame me for getting there so late (FYI: we were there 2 hours ahead of time). Luckily the flight had an eighty minute delay, which meant we didn’t miss it, and there turns out to be several flights to Zagreb from Frankfurt daily. So much so that we ran into someone we know also going to Zagreb on a later flight. Woo!
So, we got in only an hour and a half late, rather than infinitely late, like it seemed was going to happen at check in.
Boys are asleep, my sweet is off at a concert, and when she returns I will try and convince her to go to Hopdevil for a nice beer before collapsing from exhaustion. Hopdevil, helpfully, is right across the street.
Still sitting on the tarmac in Ottawa, 65 minutes after we were supposed to take off. What do you think are the odds of us making our 70 minute connection?
There is another amazing story to tell, but I will only tell it once I am in my father-in-law’s kitchen.