The first thing I learned about Canada: on Canadian airplanes, the screaming babies do it in French! it's so adorable the way they split your eardrums in an ENTIRELY FOREIGN LANGUAGE!

next thing I discovered was that I was already at least 24% more polite getting off the plane than getting on it, I think out of pure self-defense.

first person I met at the con: ifreet, who totally rocks and is funny as hell and kindly ignored my complete discombobulation because--hello, redeye+screaming french baby= -(1 hour) of plane sleep. together we hooked up with primroseburrows, went up to say hi to andeincascade, and then woke up ignazwisdom so she could look at us all bleary and sweet and disappointed because WE SUCK, it was only like 10am after HCL-fu.

on our way to check out RCW for the schwag, we ran into Nos and SB and tortured them with inane chatter because *that*, my friends, is the true purpose of this con, imho.

and then primroseburrows ditched us because NO LOVE.

ETA: ten minutes ago: Bright sunny day. right now: HAIL. I kid you not. Oh, *Toronto*.