Home now...

[lance_sibley]

I just got in the door a few minutes ago, and I am exhausted. And starving. I'm going to make myself some soup (I'm not feeling ambitious enough for pasta and I didn't take the time to stop at Metro for something microwaveable, so soup will have to do) and go to bed.

*yawn*

Edited to add: I was just unpacking my suitcase while waiting for water to boil, and discovered a card from the TSA indicating that they'd opened and inspected my suitcase. What is it with me and travelling, anyway? I think this is the fourth time in the last two years that I've either been singled out for extra checking at the airport or had my luggage opened...

Comments

[boywhocantsayno.livejournal.com]

Nah, I only knew something like seven people at Chattacon (plus Eric). And even though I bought the largest suitcase when I bought a new one recently, it's still not big enough to hide a body. :)

I can think of nobody less likely to raise suspicions than Drew. :) You may recall my story of coming back from Gallifrey in 2006, when my Air Canada flight turned out to be a codeshare with El Al and I had to run across LAX to a different terminal (wearing my winter coat, so I worked up a sweat), and showed up at the check-in counter panting and not looking all that much like my passport picture (since I was blond at that time but my passport picture showed me with my natural dark brown hair and a full beard.) Now that was fun.