The award for the worst luggage handling service

goes to Orlando International Airport and American Airlines.

Today balanced Friday's great travel experience.

I left my laptop's power cord in NY, so I'm about out of power. I hate being stupid.

I arrived in Orlando early but then waited 56 minutes for my bag, at which point the great voice in the airport ceiling announced that they could not open the airplane's cargo door and so our bags were delayed.

That's a new one, at least to me.

My bag finally showed up 25 minutes later, after they made us walk to the other end of the concourse in a change of baggage claim carousels for no apparent reason.

My hotel room is lovely, but it's also an almost two-block walk--no exaggeration--from the hotel lobby.

At least I finished my Slanted Jack work on the plane.

I heart travel.

Hitting the road

The next twelve days will be crazed. I'm heading to Balticon, then home for a few days, then off to BEA and from it straight to TechEd. I'm hoping to catch a few noteworthy meals along the way. Watch this space for reports from the various events--or what little I get to see of them.

Perhaps I should pack sometime soon.

Random note: If you haven't listened to The Hold Steady, check out their CD, Boys and Girls in America. It's good the first time, and it repays multiple listening.