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Thursday 1st July | Registration, meeting furs, dinner at Peppers |
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Friday 2nd July | Tails, spirituality meet, Kobe, story hour |
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Saturday 3rd July | Aeto's masks, masquerade, totemism sig, milfur stories |
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Sunday 4th July | Swiming, Outback, Dr. Demento party |
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Monday 5th July | Goodbyes |
We drove from Banff to Calargy with plenty of time to spare, not wishing to have the same close call catching flights we made about 6 months earlier. I must admit to being a little aprehensive about the journey ahead. I'd check my passport that morning and found it still had the scrap of card in it with "You MUST surrender this card to a US customs officer when leaving the United States. Failure to do so may delay your entry to the United States." Curiously I went through US Immigration while still in Canada, and it didn't seem to cause any problem.
We pushed back from the jetway, and taxied about 200 metres (or yards, whatever - I mix imperial and metric units freely, but there is no way I'm going to start writing "meter" or "liter"), and came to a halt. The pilot announced that the after-burners on one of the engines weren't working, so we couldn't take off, and that he would call the engineer in San Francisco. Phrases like "have you tried re-booting windows?" and "which version of the driver do you have?" flitted through my mind.
A guy in overalls had the cowling off the engine, as was fiddling about. I couldn't see what he was doing, but it was easy to tell the state of mind of those who could. Twenty minutes later the captain explained that "we've done some technical things with switches and circuit breakers and we are now ready to take off". This didn't do much for passenger moral - once we were in the air he ended up apologising for his statement, and re-assuring everyone that we were quite safe.
Arrived in Denver "The mile-high city" just as my connecting flight was leaving - I didn't make it, but curiously my luggage did. The three hour wait meant I got to see the lavatories that also double as a tornado shelter (are all American cities built in the path of natural disasters?), and when we did take off I got to see a spectacular electrical storm from the air - enormous hammerhead clouds lighting up like pinball machine mushrooms. United must have known they had a furry on board - we had "Bunny Luv" baby carrots (complete with anthro bunny femme illustration), and Oreos in the in-flight meals.
Got to Philladephia about 1am. I guess in my mind I had associated the place with the cream cheese, so the blade-runner landscape of oil refineries and gouts of waste gasses being burnt off came as a suprise. Tropiano had stopped running, so I had to get another shuttle service. Got to the hotel only to be told that Swampy hadn't arrived yet. Thankfully the clerk eventually discovered his error, and I got to the room at 2am.