I was up at 4 AM Tuesday. (*yawn*) I'd stayed in Minneapolis Monday night so as not to have to get up at 2 AM to make the 6:50 departure. It was the first time I'd flown Frontier Airlines. Not bad, although their online check-in is hopelessly broken.
I got to Houston a little early. One of the owners of the Alamo Drafthouse West Oaks came to pick me up. He wasn't sure what I wanted to do between the time I got to the hotel and the time I went to the movie theater. I told him that what I wanted most was a nap, and that solved the problem neatly.
I got my nap, but only after several well(?)-timed phone calls. Up at 5:30, got cleaned up, got caught up online, went to the theater. The Alamo Drafthouse West Oaks is a nice theater hampered by the unfortunate realities of its location: West Oaks Mall is way out on the west side of Houston, well away from the population of college students which would otherwise make up its target audience. They seem to do okkay despite this, though.
I spent a little while with my parents, who were in town to spoil my nephew some more. (That's what grandparents are for, after all.) I introduced them to sunnielady, and they got to see the kind of reaction the TRON costume gets for themselves. Then it was back inside the theater to talk with the folks who'd come to see the movie. I talked for about 15 minutes before the movie (according to my video camera, anyway; yes, I have it on tape), and settled in to watch.
After the film, I talked with folks some more, including a couple who'd come to see the late showing. That started, I changed back out of the costume, collected some paperwork, and went back to the hotel for another nap. I got to bed about 11:30.
Up at 3:45. (*yawn*) Caught up on email, cleaned up, and headed down to the KTRK-TV studios. An employee coming to see if the paper had arrived yet let me in, and I got into the costume. Don Nelson, the traffic and other stuff reporter on the morning news, talked with me a while in between segments, finding out interesting things to discuss.
At 5:40, the first segment I did started. We chatted a bit about stuff, and we clicked. Big time. I think they'd planned to just do interviews with me at the same time the second hour, but it quickly expanded. The other folks on the show were all getting interested, and we talked a lot during breaks. They shot a quick "duel" between me and Don in front of the green screen, and used that a bit later. They constantly teased my upcoming appearance. When the second segment time rolled around, everyone got into the act. They even had me introduce the last weather segment; I got a little tongue-tied, darn it. The bit about getting "bumped" off the set was not planned, but it was funny.
When it was all over at 7, one of the anchors asked me to autograph her script for the day. I changed back out of the costume, ate some teriyaki chicken that one of the staffers was cooking out back (damn. now that's a nice place to work!), and went out front to look for my ride back to the hotel. No luck. I called him on his cellphone, and he said his alarm clock hadn't gone off and he'd get down there as soon as he could. I went back inside, watched Good Morning America for a while, got shown how a modern TV station master control works (all computerized, and it's mainly a matter of pushing the right button at the right instant). My ride came about then, and I got back to the hotel about 8:30. I ate a big breakfast at the free buffet (several marks to Drury Inns for that!), hung the Do Not Disturb sign on my door, and took another nap.
Up at 11:30. (*yawn*) Packed, checked out, waited for the airport shuttle. Got to IAH about 12:45. Checked in, dealt with the Gestapo at the security checkpoint, sat down, ate lunch at Chili's. Uneventful flight to Denver. Watched the 8th and 9th innings of the Astros-Cards game in the Presidents' Club before it closed. Flight to Minneapolis was delayed due to ATC limits getting out of San Diego. Grumble. Astros lost. Grumble more. (Sorry, neuracnu, but I want an Astros-Red Sox Series.) Finally got enroute. Another long flight, this one without DirecTV service. (Not all Frontier flights have that.) Got to MSP about 10:30. Discovered that no, I was not flying to LA the next day. Got in my car. Drove home. (*yawn*) Got here about 1:30. Went downstairs so I wouldn't wake up vakkotaur, and collapsed.
I still don't know when I'm going to LA. It might be tomorrow, might be the first part of next week. Dammit, I want the fifth date to go ahead and air so I can talk about it!