I’m stuck in New York until Monday night. My plane out of Hartford was delayed and they stuck me in a cab and drove me down to JFK, hoping I’d make the flight to Shannon, but I didn’t. So Delta is now putting me up at a hotel, and I’m on the same flight tomorrow night, so I won’t get home until Tuesday.
This is the second time in a row that, after a con, I’ve ended up stuck in a city for 24 hours. I think perhaps in the future I will just always fly out the next day instead of trying to make late connections, or something, because argh.
*sigh* I really wanted to be home. I guess I might see if I can go into the city and maybe stop by the Del Rey and/or Harlequin offices tomorrow to say hi, since I’ll be here until 9pm. (Well, the flight’s at 9, and I’m going to the bloody airport Real Damned Early, you can bet. But still.)