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Glasgow, Getting There is Half the Fun
Aug. 7th, 2024 12:41 pmSince I mentioned that I was not on Worldcon programming, I might as well confirm that I'm in Glasgow for said Worldcon. The image below is from my hotel window. Other thoughts:
1) I flew out of O'Hare on Icelandair. The O'Hare to Reykjavík leg was half-full and pleasant - well as pleasant as a red-eye can be for somebody who can't sleep on a plane can be. The Reykjavík to Glasgow leg was a shitshow - the plane was late getting in, the boarding process was a mess, and we were late getting to Glasgow.
2) I'm staying at a Motel One. It's painfully hip, with not one but two books in the tiny and well-decorated room telling you how hip the place is. Too hip, apparently, for a suitcase stand - no such creature exists at this hotel.
3) On recommendation of one of the front desk staff, I ate dinner at La Vita a local Italian restaurant chain. Yeah, Scotland is not known for cuisine. The place was busy but was only about a step above an Olive Garden.
4) While walking to the restaurant, a quartet of high school girls wearing barely enough clothes for a duo came up to me and asked me something. Between accent and jet lag I have no idea what and I didn't stop to engage (nor did I care to). It struck me that these random street encounters scare the shit out of MAGA types, causing them to clutch their pearls and/or their Glocks.
5) The guy at the hotel bar suggested I try a non-peaty Scotch, a 10-year-old Glen Morangie. It's good - I'll probably have another and go crash. A good night's sleep and I'll kick this jet lag's ass.
1) I flew out of O'Hare on Icelandair. The O'Hare to Reykjavík leg was half-full and pleasant - well as pleasant as a red-eye can be for somebody who can't sleep on a plane can be. The Reykjavík to Glasgow leg was a shitshow - the plane was late getting in, the boarding process was a mess, and we were late getting to Glasgow.
2) I'm staying at a Motel One. It's painfully hip, with not one but two books in the tiny and well-decorated room telling you how hip the place is. Too hip, apparently, for a suitcase stand - no such creature exists at this hotel.
3) On recommendation of one of the front desk staff, I ate dinner at La Vita a local Italian restaurant chain. Yeah, Scotland is not known for cuisine. The place was busy but was only about a step above an Olive Garden.
4) While walking to the restaurant, a quartet of high school girls wearing barely enough clothes for a duo came up to me and asked me something. Between accent and jet lag I have no idea what and I didn't stop to engage (nor did I care to). It struck me that these random street encounters scare the shit out of MAGA types, causing them to clutch their pearls and/or their Glocks.
5) The guy at the hotel bar suggested I try a non-peaty Scotch, a 10-year-old Glen Morangie. It's good - I'll probably have another and go crash. A good night's sleep and I'll kick this jet lag's ass.
