This is very late, I know. I wanted nothing more than to sleep Sunday night, then got a ride to the airport from Megan and figured I'd have time to post once we got through security. Well, we'd gotten through and miraculously had gotten seats in the Southwest terminal (which has VERY little seating given how many people go through it each day) when we heard an alarm and were told to evacuate back to the street. Thrilling, let me tell you. We were eventually told (officially) it was a fire alarm, and heard a further rumor that it had been a trash can fire, so awesome.

Once back in San Jose we had to catch a bus and a train and then walk the remaining few blocks home, but it was nice to get there. The cats were very happy to see us (still are-- Charm's purring up a storm in my lap right now, and Strange thought it'd be an awesome idea to wake me up purring in my face at 4:45 this morning.

Anyway, until I've recovered a few more functioning brain cells, I'll leave you with some pictures and ( day 4! )

The Penguin claims my last update had too many words. Then boy howdy is she going to hate ( this one! )

I'm sending reports to The Park Bench from Comic Con, so I'll just post what I send here and save a bit of time ;) The only thing I left out was how the shuttle from the airport magically takes you right to the Yardhouse (that place with like 100 beers on tap), and we just happened to have 3 hours to kill. Our waitress was extremely nice and didn't mind how slowly we were drinking.

( So, to the update! )