Chicago here we come

[mandragora]

Tomorrow am Chicago-bound, to attend Zee-con (see, I can speak 'Merican when need be *g*) and then into the city for a spot of sightseeing.

Assistant at work has been briefed about next week's hearing and my secretary has promised faithfully that she'll finish typing up my holiday notes first thing tomorrow morning. So why do I feel so nervous? It's not like I've got delusions of grandeur, I know that no one is indispensable. Maybe it's because I know the case better than anyone else and just have to hope like mad that no Important Points are missed. They shouldn't be, God knows I've spent enough time with leading Counsel briefing him on the outstanding issues.

Enough! I'm holiday bound and I'm going to enjoy myself dammit! Also, have given the office all my contact details.

As much packing as I can do tonight has been accomplished, ironing completed and flight details given to (overly) concerned parents. Honestly, you'd think I was still a kid. It is very sweet, though.

I'm really looking forward to seeing friends at the con (can't wait!), and experiencing an American Halloween. It's not really a big deal over here, we tend to reserve our energy for Bonfire Night, which is actually more ghoulish than Halloween. There's nothing like a bit of hanging, drawing and quartering to whet the appetite.

And then there's Chicago. I know many people who love the city, in some cases more than New York (which I love) so there's a real sense of anticipation in finally seeing it. That Chicago guidebook I bought when I started writing a (long-stalled) Due South story will come in very handy. And, yes, I'll admit that my love for Due South factors in, even though it was shot in Vancouver. *g*

Comments

[prudentia.livejournal.com]

I always have to give my details to my Mum too -- though goodness knows what she would do with them if something went wrong. I always say I don't want to know unless it's a matter of life or death.

Anyway, have a fantastic time. I hope you will give us a report when you get back? And lucky you, being able to stay for Halloween; I am very envious.

And if you happen to find a spare spiky-haired cop hanging around on a street corner, maybe you can stuff him in your suitcase. I'll share the excess baggage costs with you!

[alsoa.livejournal.com]

Re Bonfire Night. If you go to the Ashmoleon Museum in Oxford you can actually see Guy's actual latern. It's in a room of odds & ends - things that I categorise as 'We didn't know where else to put these'. Quite the most oppresive room in the place - the atmosphere literally presses in on you.