RWA Orlando day 1

It's been a long sticky day. I might like the South, but I don't like the humidity. It seeped up out of the boarding tunnel like a face full of wet sauna towels. Security going back was so crowded, I"m glad I decided to get there early Sunday.

That's a killer line, and that's just the back of it. *sigh* There must have been at least twelve lines sixty deep, and one person checking IDs at the front. It was hot outside, and I got lost looking for the shuttle, because--yeah, well, they didn't do a good job with signage.

Wonderful signs.

The hotel was pretty...I'm looking for a word and only coming up with ostentious, but it works in a very Miami Vice meets Disney kind of way.

It's a huge, long, very long--extremely and a day, long walk from the Swan to the Dolphin across this long walkway.

Registration was fairly empty, although what's up with the booths? I felt like I was at a carnival or something. Very weird.

I got to meet Jeannie and Gwen.

Jeannie, who isn't just talented, but an overachiever made ruby slippers out of cookie dough. They were even better close up. Later, I checked out the lobby bar.

Every chair was full.