Last month, I attended the Anthro New England convention in Boston, MA for the first time, and had an absolute blast of a time! Over the next week, I'll be doing my usual post-convention summary by sharing a photo a day from my time away, while recounting the events of the day on which the photo was taken, exactly two weeks ago:

Got up rather early this morning, so as to get some breakfast in and hang around the lobby for a bit, watching the convention wind down. However, after finishing my Eggs Benedict and chamomile tea, I noticed an urgent call coming over Telegram, asking for any and all staff to high-tail is to the room where everything was being kept, and help move it out of the room and to the loading dock. Many of us showed up, and after some initial confusion we emptied the room in very good time. I then returned to my room to finish up packing, and proceeded along to Giza's room to help him and his roommate get all of their stuff out of their room, and down to the lobby, something else that we accomplished in very good time. Good times all round, this morning!

We hung out in the lobby for a while after dropping off our keycards, watching as the next convention set up, and chuckling quietly about how their event wouldn't nearly be as fun as ours. But then again, who doesn't get excited by the idea of Breakout rooms and MM Sales and 'SellHer' events...whatever on Earth those are? Shortly after 12, I bade farewell to Giza, and hung out with a few other staff members in the lobby for a couple of hours, before my own time to depart arrived.

As you can see from the photo, the atmosphere decided to give the convention a taste of what a 'Nor'easterner' with a gentle snowfall. Huddled into my fleece and scarf, I trudged to the World Trade Centre station (where I got confused about how the barriers worked) and waited for the Silver Line bus to take me to the airport. I arrived with a good three hours to spare, and so after clearing security, I messaged JoeBear to find that he was also waiting in the terminal next to mine, for a flight that departed 5 minutes after mine (but going in the opposite direction). We met up after a 10-minute walk, and after some deft diplomacy (and a little luck o' the Irish airline), he was able to get me into the United lounge at Logan, for which I'm very much appreciative. There, we chatted and drank and looked at the snow getting thicker and thicker outside. I briefly worried that my flight might be cancelled, only to be assured that this was, in fact, New England, and the snow I was looking at was, in fact, nothing to a New Englander.

Bidding farewell to Joe, I headed for my gate after stocking up on drinks, and we waited for the plane (a very nice green A330) to be made ready. After boarding was completed - and after I again marvelled at my luck at getting a free seat next to me - we waited for the aircraft to be de-iced before departure. I've never been on a plane while it's being de-iced, and rather enjoyed the sight of the nozzle spraying about seemingly at random, with the little light following it around to give the fellow in the box a perfect view of what he was spraying.

De-icing complete, we taxied out and took off into the wintery night's sky. Dinner was served, and was edible. Almost as soon as the tray was taken away, I tried - and was surprisingly successful at - doing something that I can rarely do on east-bound transatlantic flights. I slept. When heavy turbulence woke me up, I slept again. And when it woke me up again, I just went right back to sleep.

Hope you enjoy!