Just realized when checking the program schedule for Bouchercon that although I (rightly) booked Oct 8 - 13 for the hotel -- and booked early enough this year to actually get in the convention hotel -- my frequent-flyer tickets are for the 9th and I'm arriving late afternoon, so I'll miss the first day. Don't know how that mixup happened.

Drat.

Double drat because I'd already begun ratcheting up my "maybe I don't want to go after all" "who really will I know" misgivings and this almost completely derailed me.

I've recovered. I'll call the hotel and tell them I won't be there until the 9th.

But drat anyway.

Update: His nibs, being the sweet feller he is, called Delta and asked how much it would cost to change my tickets from Thursday 7A to Wednesday and they said, $100. So, his nibs, being the sweet feller he is, changed the tickets. Bless his heart. Plane leaves at 6A Wednesday and xfers through Atlanta, then on to Baltimore.

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   posted by Sal Towse at  2:50 PM|| |