Getaway Day is always the worst, as the real trick is packing up your car, but leaving it in a safe place while you amuse yourself with the Last Day. Fortunately, our hotel understands this and lets you keep your car there and then leave for home.

Also, it’s a light day for the staff as well, as they were busy pulling up the tape lines, so you knew where to stand and not get into your viewing. I was half tempted to go to lost and found to ask if they had a red Wild Bill mug and score on one of those. But I didn’t.

We were awakened, however, at 8 am, when I heard someone making bird noises. The Biltmore overlooks Pershing Square, and that is where the homeless, the drug dealers and the crazies congregate.

This guy went on for fifteen minutes and if we could hear it in our room on the fifth floor that clear, lord knows how loud it was right down there. When I remarked about this to the Bell Captain, he went “Oh, the Owl.” Work in an area long enough, you know everyone, right?

We completed what we could of the packing, so the wife would come later, and the daughter and I hot-footed it to try and catch the “Made In Abyss” Season 2 premiere. Now, by the time we got down there, the line was moving to get into the building, but there was a security guard who reminded me of the gunnery sergeant from “Full Metal Jacket”, in that he was barking orders all the time:

“Keep that line moving! There is no reason to stop and if the person in front of you is walking too slow, pass ’em by! Keep moving! The hot dog truck moves faster than you people!” and when ‘his line’ stops, he damn near has a meltdown!

We got over to the Abyss line, but it was already too long and actually was capped five minutes before we got there, but it was that security got really belligerent, threatening to call the police on us and have us dragged away for causing a fire hazard by blocking the doors. Yeah, and we didn’t get in.

Got ourselves a breakfast, of sorts, as it was the Fourth of July and the shelves were bare of the stores that were open. I got in line for the “Vermeil in Gold” premiere. This is a story of a boy who conjures up a demon to be his familiar at magical school. Well, she is sexy and flirtatious and busty and needs to kiss him to restore her mana, as she had been trapped in a book for centuries and needs to rebuild her strength.

Oh, and if you couldn’t guess, kissing is nice to restore mana, but there is a ‘better’ way. Wink, wink.

The daughter went to a panel on how to make an itabag. Those are bags with clear panels, where you can showcase your favorite pins. I saw one at Disneyland years ago, but didn’t know they had a name. You make it your own, but it is an art form all by itself.

Well, we played out the string for this thing, so we got on the bus, Gus, to stick to our plan, Stan, and dropped off the key, Lee, and got ourselves free, to make the journey back home. With ME driving.

You have to understand that I NEVER get to drive, but the wife’s joints were out of whack, so we headed off into the sunset. Concluding thoughts tomorrow.