CT can't read the previous page. Did something else go wrong after the sea adventure? Apart from getting sick, aches and pains, lack of sleep and laundry?
What's with the Potter avatar? >.> That's the scariest thing I've seen in a while.
Dune is right. Just what *did* you do? Apart from wielding that whip like there's no tomorrow.
Karmic cactus.
Super short version:
Left wednesday morning to go to the airport, got delayed an hour and a half, left, went to Newark, waited, waited six hours on the plane, flight got cancelled, waited in a mile long line/talked on phone for two hours to get another flight, the last 45 minutes being WASTED because I got the flight booked and the lady didn't tell me and just hung up/dropped my call in the back of the queue, took a taxi to Fnorder's, got there at 3am hung out and talked till 5am, got up at 11am, showered, packed, left, tried to catch bus, got flipped off, called Fnorder, realized I couldn't read signs/follow directions since I was supposed to take the train, said I was fine (Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhaa), lost my phone, swore up a storm, spent an hour looking for it, gave up, went to the train station, went to Newark, found out that my completely booked flight was cancelled thus making every single other flight to sanfran 100% overbooked, got a nearly useless standby ticket for one flight, waited in a 2000~ person security checkpoint to get my bags checked, sat in airport that had shitty AC, paniced, unpacked my stuff i the fulite hope my phone was there, lost my standby ticket (Goddamnit!), repacked, called Ciato who called Fnorder/my family, went to help agent, got another set of standby tickets/a promise about looking into it/shitty meal voucher, got shitty smoothie, walked to the opposite end of the C terminal, sat down for literally 30 seconds, got paged, walked all the way back, find out that the lady HAD managed to find a seat for me, cheered, went over to tremendously shitty taco place, forced self to eat (Only ate a bowl of cereal all day) but was happy, tried to board plane, rejected, turns out plane was booked solid and my ticket was no good thanks to shitty overbooking, only one spot available, I pretend to have a breakdown to get that spot, get on plane, get to con, wait an hour at the airport, have to call poor Ciato twice to call Jenna to get me, go to Gate's place, stay up way too late talking to Gate and Tai, get almost no sleep, go over to the beachhouse, hang out, go to see the beach, try to look stylish and enjoy the ocean by dabbling my feet in, misjudge waves and try to run backwards to avoid getting my top half of my legs soaked, fall, land on my ass, get my wallet/jacket (Elfboy saved my jacket with a helluva sprint into the water to get it back)/clothes, jeans gain 100 pounds in sand/water it feels like, walk a mile or so on the beach (Forgot a belt, fail), climb a steep incline, get up it with Gref's help, get hosed off, borrow Gref's clothes, wash clothes, play games all day, meet with everyone, chat, gossip, eat, go pick up Ciato with Elfboy and Jenna in wet shoes, try to pass out, fail, end up gossiping with Gate/Tai, go to bed, get up, enjoy saturday, am fine till sunday.
*BREAK*
Sunday I got sick from all the junk food I was eating, hung out, waved everyone out the door, talked with OK a ton on sat/sunday, talked with everyone but Cmdr in fact (Fail on my part, was sick sunday evening), didn't eat much, spent sunday night throwing up and unable to hold down anything, say goodbye to most of the group, sleep almost none, get up at 4am, die horribly, get up for good at 7am, see Elfboy/Ciato out the door, spend monday relaxing and not eating/drinking much, go to airport, things go okay, flight is short (4.6 hours), Meeple plays FFDS, I pass out for over half the flight, including an hour in the bathroom (Gooo me), the power of Meeple laughs at puny Aiel luck, flight gets there 20 minutes early, don't get to say goodbye to Meeple at the airport thanks to having to go puke in the bathroom, wait over an hour to go, read Newark newspaper (Goddamn do New Jersey politics suck rancid acid) fly a propeller plane back home, limp home.
