DragonCon...Thursday
Sep. 2nd, 2008 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whiski_sourYes, I'm starting with Thursday. Technically that's part of the con. People can start picking up their badges then. It counts.
Also, while I may have downloaded pictures from Carrie's camera, I still have to size them and upload them. I'm lazy and still recovering from the weekend. Feel free to deal with it.
A mixture of excitement and anxiety (mostly anxiety) kept me from sleeping much and I gave up on sleep by six on Thursday morning.
Carrie got up a couple hours later, we readied ourselves, and left for my mother's house. Mom and the girls were taking us to the airport so I could just leave my car at their house.
On the way there, Carrie realizes she forgot to eat. Thankfully, this was the only thing we forgot.
Mom fed Carrie and then we all loaded up for the airport. The girls were incredibly excited about this. After we checked our bags, Smurf and Carrie went to the bathroom; Mom, Hobbit, and Hammie went to the bakery; I got in line for security.
I was starting to get a little nervous because Carrie and Smurf were taking so long. I expressed my concerns to Mom, who replied, "You've never taken Smurf to the bathroom, have you?" Finally, they appear. Carrie joins me in line and tells me her bathroom adventure. "She won't let you go in the stall with her, she takes forever, and she flushed the toilet three times." The girls gave us goodbye hugs and my nerves kicked in hardcore.
See, I haven't flown since before 9/11. Though Carrie briefed me on security, I was still nervous about it. I don't like new things. I don't like not knowing what I'm doing. It's very upsetting to me. We get in there and start putting our stuff in the tubs. Carrie asks if they want the shoes on the belt or in the tubs and the lady was rather snotty with her reply, which didn't help. But, I made it through.
Then we wait to get on the plane. Now, flying in general doesn't bother me, but I realized on this trip that I'm a cranky, impatient flyer. When I get on the plane, sit down, fasten my seatbelt, I'm ready to go. NOW. Hey, other people! Get on, sit down, and shut up. The waiting made me rather cranky and as soon as we were at cruising altitude, Carrie made me put on my iPod and I watched Bugs Bunny cartoons and a SGA episode. I was like a baby with a pacifier.
We landed, got our luggage, and after some confusion, we got a van to the hotel. We stayed in the Sheraton this year. The room wasn't bad. Carrie called it "the hobbit" room because it was so quaint. We unloaded our stuff.
After a brief stop for food at the Deli (oh so awesome), we went to get our badges. The line was already out the door. A few people were in costume. I saw the "pirate guy" from last year (dood with long, gray hair, always in a t-shirt and shorts, never without his tri-corner hat...saw him lots last year), but no one else seemed familiar. There was a guy dressed like someone from Firefly who looked like he should be talking to buildings about the alien plot to kill him, though.
The line was long and a little disorganized because it seems that everyone with a last name that started with M-O came on that day to get their badges and they weren't quite prepared for that. But we got our badges (my lady was dressed as a pirate...Carrie's guy was kind of a dick), our free stuff, and made our way back to the hotel.
I was worried about the walk because I knew the Sheraton was a couple of blocks away. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be (except for the hill of doom if we were going to the Hyatt), but for someone who's lazy, it's never good. I did so much cardio this past weekend.
When we got back to the hotel, Carrie said she was thinking of taking a cool shower to just rinse off. She goes into the bathroom and a minute later I hear, "KIKI! Come in here!" I just sat down, dammit. I get up and go in.
"What?"
"Our shower's broken."
Carrie turns it on. There's a normal spray. But there's also a spray that goes straight up to the ceiling. I dick with it and realize I can't fix it ("Where are the TAPS guys staying? Maybe they can come fix it"). The shower head is broken. We decide to call down to the front desk to let them know so they don't think we did it; we could still take a shower. Within fifteen minutes, it was fixed. Man, if you have to stay anywhere, stay in the South. Those people are so nice.
We ordered pizza, went over the schedule, and I realized that I was going to be dragging ass long before the con was over. This was Carrie's first con and she wanted to do EVERYTHING.
We bedded down for the night, ready to take on the con.
Also, while I may have downloaded pictures from Carrie's camera, I still have to size them and upload them. I'm lazy and still recovering from the weekend. Feel free to deal with it.
A mixture of excitement and anxiety (mostly anxiety) kept me from sleeping much and I gave up on sleep by six on Thursday morning.
Carrie got up a couple hours later, we readied ourselves, and left for my mother's house. Mom and the girls were taking us to the airport so I could just leave my car at their house.
On the way there, Carrie realizes she forgot to eat. Thankfully, this was the only thing we forgot.
Mom fed Carrie and then we all loaded up for the airport. The girls were incredibly excited about this. After we checked our bags, Smurf and Carrie went to the bathroom; Mom, Hobbit, and Hammie went to the bakery; I got in line for security.
I was starting to get a little nervous because Carrie and Smurf were taking so long. I expressed my concerns to Mom, who replied, "You've never taken Smurf to the bathroom, have you?" Finally, they appear. Carrie joins me in line and tells me her bathroom adventure. "She won't let you go in the stall with her, she takes forever, and she flushed the toilet three times." The girls gave us goodbye hugs and my nerves kicked in hardcore.
See, I haven't flown since before 9/11. Though Carrie briefed me on security, I was still nervous about it. I don't like new things. I don't like not knowing what I'm doing. It's very upsetting to me. We get in there and start putting our stuff in the tubs. Carrie asks if they want the shoes on the belt or in the tubs and the lady was rather snotty with her reply, which didn't help. But, I made it through.
Then we wait to get on the plane. Now, flying in general doesn't bother me, but I realized on this trip that I'm a cranky, impatient flyer. When I get on the plane, sit down, fasten my seatbelt, I'm ready to go. NOW. Hey, other people! Get on, sit down, and shut up. The waiting made me rather cranky and as soon as we were at cruising altitude, Carrie made me put on my iPod and I watched Bugs Bunny cartoons and a SGA episode. I was like a baby with a pacifier.
We landed, got our luggage, and after some confusion, we got a van to the hotel. We stayed in the Sheraton this year. The room wasn't bad. Carrie called it "the hobbit" room because it was so quaint. We unloaded our stuff.
After a brief stop for food at the Deli (oh so awesome), we went to get our badges. The line was already out the door. A few people were in costume. I saw the "pirate guy" from last year (dood with long, gray hair, always in a t-shirt and shorts, never without his tri-corner hat...saw him lots last year), but no one else seemed familiar. There was a guy dressed like someone from Firefly who looked like he should be talking to buildings about the alien plot to kill him, though.
The line was long and a little disorganized because it seems that everyone with a last name that started with M-O came on that day to get their badges and they weren't quite prepared for that. But we got our badges (my lady was dressed as a pirate...Carrie's guy was kind of a dick), our free stuff, and made our way back to the hotel.
I was worried about the walk because I knew the Sheraton was a couple of blocks away. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be (except for the hill of doom if we were going to the Hyatt), but for someone who's lazy, it's never good. I did so much cardio this past weekend.
When we got back to the hotel, Carrie said she was thinking of taking a cool shower to just rinse off. She goes into the bathroom and a minute later I hear, "KIKI! Come in here!" I just sat down, dammit. I get up and go in.
"What?"
"Our shower's broken."
Carrie turns it on. There's a normal spray. But there's also a spray that goes straight up to the ceiling. I dick with it and realize I can't fix it ("Where are the TAPS guys staying? Maybe they can come fix it"). The shower head is broken. We decide to call down to the front desk to let them know so they don't think we did it; we could still take a shower. Within fifteen minutes, it was fixed. Man, if you have to stay anywhere, stay in the South. Those people are so nice.
We ordered pizza, went over the schedule, and I realized that I was going to be dragging ass long before the con was over. This was Carrie's first con and she wanted to do EVERYTHING.
We bedded down for the night, ready to take on the con.
