Ah New Seasons

How happy am I? The Supernatural season premiere is on Sept 10! Can't wait! I adore this show. It's a show about well, supernatural events and is pretty funny without being completely cheesy. Love it.

And here are some of the other shows I'm looking forward to:
Glee on Sept 9.
Bones Sept. 17.
Heroes on Sept 21st.
House on Sept 21.
Lie To Me Sept. 28.
Ugly Betty on October 9th.

Oh yes, and just in case you haven't seen it, here's one of my favorite scenes from Supernatural... well, not from the show actually. Just enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bgd30bjQmes

[His] Biological Clock Is Ticking Like This...

I love it... So yes, Aaron and I had a bit of a chat yesterday. Mind you, I'm probably not supposed to mention anything about it, so if and when you see him next, just keep it under your hat. Aaron and I talked miniature people yesterday. He wants one. He wants one soon. Well really, he's wanted one for oh, lets say, the last five years or so. Only problem then was that we weren't married and it's hard to raise a child when one or both of you have been killed my my parents. So now he has been itching to have one. But alas, I am sans job. This, however, doesn't seem to be a deterrent much longer.

Basically, he wants to return from our trip to Europe with a stowaway and kind of save the news for a bit and surprise my parents during the holidays. Which is fine with me. It's just so real!

I know, I know, hey guess what? It's real. But the though of it is a little daunting. I mean I would then actually be responsible for another whole person (to potentially two or more people- twins run in my family). Holy crap!

I know it may sounds a wee bit like panic, but well, yeah, it kind of is a little like panicking. I'm going to be someones Mom! Do I strike anyone as a Mom? I mean, okay there's the cooking and crafts thing, my unusually vast knowledge of cartoons and popular culture and the fact that I have the Mom reflex (I have caught things in mid-drop just by seeing it out of the corner of my eye- it's eerie). And the fact that I make sure we have anything and everything on hand that a kid could possibly want around the house, just in case the munchkins come over. But that's not the point... what I mean is, holy crap, I'm ready for it, but (and I know other people have asked the same thing, but still) what if I bollocks it all up? I can't just hit the magical "Redo" button.

See, it's not the whole pregnancy/ birth thing that freaks me out, it's the permanent stuff afterwards that kind of scares the living hell out of me. Am I normal? Should I even be worried about this stuff right now or am I doing one of my panicking for no good reason things, again?

So MAD!

Most of you know by now that I have a wee bit of an obsession with Guitar Hero, yes? Right. So how is this for a tease from hell; my new GH World Tour drum kit is broken!

Yeah, I finally put the drum kit together and the bizzach is broken! The stupid wire that connects one of the cymbals just snapped right after I put the thing in. I did nothing to it at all to anger it or cause it any harm. Quite the contrary, I was extra careful to make sure everything fits in right and assembled it with loving care--like Ralphie loading his BB gun (please tell me you've seen A Christmas Story. If you haven't shame on you)--Then I went to play and the right cymbal wasn't working. When Evan looked down at it, it was snapped and dangling. Grrr!

So now I have to hit an electronics store to see if I can pick up a replacement wire. They apparently exist. I saw a few people selling them on e-bay and Amazon. I suppose I'm not the only one who experienced issues with this, but that's not much of a consolation.

Luckily, the mic and the new nifty wireless guitar work, but my fingers are curling in on themselves after hours of playing and I shouldn't subject people to my singing for too long. That's just cruel. Blech.

The DOL

Today I went to the unemployment office to take a seminar on resume writing. I don't need to learn to write one up, I just wanted to see if I could get some tips on sprucing it up or making it a bit more eye catching.

Unfortunately, the seminar was for people who didn't have resumes and didn't know the first thing about them. I just wish I knew about this earlier.

But as I was waiting in the holding pen-like area all I could think of is that this place is like frickin' detention in high school. Everyone's there because something went wrong. They all have a slightly sour look on their faces, like they've been punished. Then every time someone new comes into the pen, everyone looks up to see who else got in trouble. But between the generic office dividers, worn office carpeting that smells kind of moldy and the cold fluorescent lighting the whole thing just had such a dismal feel. I know it's a government office, but this is a place that's supposed to give people home, no? Blech.

Oh, did I mention you couldn't eat or drink in there either? Yep, I came in with a full cup of coffee and it was confiscated at the door. I was sad.

So yes, a guy with a clipboard did a roll call and sprung us from detention. I couldn't help but notice that the people who remained, kind of looked a little crestfallen. They still had to wait.

Once inside the seninar, I swear the whole detention feeling didn't go away. They even had the hard, chair/desk combo deals! Good lord, all I needed was my biker jacket, black Doc Martin's and flannel button down tied around my waist and I would have completely regressed. Not to mention that not many people in the place knew what a resume was for.

I was the only one there with a resume and the only one who was not required to be there. Lord. So yes an hour later and nothing but boredom and the lingering hint of coffee on my breath, we were released. I learned nothing from the seminar, so I pulled the guy aside and asked him a few questions. He looked at it and told me I didn't have to be there. I could have just gone to one of the reps who work there. Grrr... Ah well.

Stop It! Just, Stop It!

Why, oh why do Asian women drivers insist on perpetuating the damn bad driver stereotype? I'm not talking about the random, "oops" move or an intentional, road rage move. I'm talking about the whole, "what the...?" move.

On my way home from the Dept. of Labor office today (took a seminar), I saw one of the worst examples of bad driving and it was committed by a frickin' Asian woman! No girlie, no!

Here's what happened. Grand Concourse and 149th St. is probably one of the most hectic intersections in the Bronx, outside of say, anything off of Fordham Rd. But when there's construction the whole things turns into quite the clusterfuck. So there I was, heading toward GC on 149th. a whole section went from four lanes to two (one in each direction) I was heading toward the bottleneck and on the opposite side I saw this van (driven by a confused looking Asian woman) come out of the single lane and dart to the outside lane (no signal to speak of). THEN, the damn thing cuts across the inner lane, cutting the guy behind off so badly he had to jam on his breaks (I swear there was going to be a crash). The van then went into our lane (yep, into oncoming traffic) and ended up face to face with the car in front of me. Luckily I had at least a car length between my car and the guy in front who had to hit reverse. The van then goes to the next lane (still going in the opposite direction), making the guy next to me have to reverse. The the van did a huge U-turn. Everyone looked pissed and just astonished. The woman driving the van, none of this looked like it even phased her.

What hurts is, and I wish I were kidding, is that had she gone another ten feet she could have pulled a right onto the road frossing 149th and turned around on a pretty empty road. Sigh... I hate seeing things like that.

Europe Here We Come!

Huzzah! We're going to Europe!

Aaron and I finally booked our trip to Italy and Germany. Woohoo!

We'll be going to Rome, Florence and Venice, stopping at Sienna, Pisa and Assisi along the way. At the end of the Italy tour we'll head out to Berlin to hang out with Stella and her family.

We'll likely hit a few Biergartens, a check out a castle or two, more beer, and then some historical sights. Then more beer. Woohoo!

Now we just have to wait till the end of September. Blech.

R.I.P. Tio

I don't know if it's just me but when it comes to death, I don't often feel sad for the person who died. I think I take my grandfather's outlook on death; it's a part of life.

Early this morning (about 2 am) I found out that my uncle passed away. I still don't know the circumstances of how, although I did find out when-which pissed me off to no end. This was my uncle Berto who we called Turin (still no idea why this was). But yes, as best as I can figure the man was in his late 80's possibly early 90's, so I really can't feel bad for him. He had a very long life and has a beautiful family and even became a great grandfather. He was my Dad's eldest sister's husband (my Dad is the baby in the family, I believe there's a 20-year-ish difference between him and my aunt Judy). But to me, my uncle was just this strong-ass guy who ran a printing shop and could run circles around you. I mean the man was fast as hell. He used to be a runner in college in P.R. and he never really stopped running. When I was younger he used to give me running tips (most of which I still use today) and used to school me on the track. The last time I raced him I was in high school and captain of the varsity track team and he still dusted my ass!

But what I think I remember the most about him was during the year I was in Kindergarten. We were still living in P.R. and his shop was right across the street from the school. Every day I would get out of school and go to his little shop. He had the old-school printing press machines, the turn of the century iron printing machines but still worked and moves like pieces of art. I still remember the sounds they make thump, thump, swish... The sound was kind of hypnotic. Anyway, I would go there every day after school to wait for my Dad to pick me up. Every now and then he would give me money to get an ice-pop from the shop next door. I was five years old but I still remember the sounds, the smells and him standing there in his inky apron, pointing out how each of the machines worked. It seemed kind of like such a irrelevant memory but now that he's gone, I'm quickly realizing that it's one of the things I can recall from living on the Island with crystal clarity. I'm extremely grateful for that, and my other memories of him.

The reason I was, and still am pissed off is that although I found out he died just a few hours ago, he actually passed away on Friday. I have no idea why it took so long for the news to reach us about it, but there's not much that can be done now. Apparently my Mom was trying to reach me yesterday afternoon but I was at the Ren Faire and had no cell reception to speak of. I didn't start getting the voice mails till I was on the way home. Adding to this is the fact that his funeral was today at 10 am. I tried getting a flight out but there was no way I could get one that would get me back to our town in time. Not to mention, the flights were incredibly expensive. The cheapest flight was about $750. What kills me is, had I known sooner I would have been able to reach out to the airlines or do something to make it out in time. Again, I'm not sure why I didn't get word sooner, but I kind of don't care at this point. Like my two grandfathers, grandmother and my aunt, I prefer to remember them when they were alive and not in a box. They are now in the next part of life so although I will miss them all, there's no real reason to grieve.

The person I am concerned about, however, is my aunt. She is such a delicate and gentle person but I fear that without my uncle, she will be lost. She had been with him since they were teenagers! She's very old fashioned and pretty much relied on him for just about everything. God, I hope she can muster the strength to reach out to the family for support. If she's anything like my grandmother, I fear she will just internalize everything and pretty much shut down. I pray I'm wrong.

So yes, this is the first time since I heard the news a few hours ago that I've shed anything resembling tears. Like I said, I'll miss him a lot, but I'm glad and thankful to have the memories. I don't need to see his body to say farewell.

Done!

So last night, as promised, I picked up E.'s book, "Never Slow Dance With a Zombie." Four-and-a-half hours later, I finished it! I told you I'd burn through it.

I really enjoyed it. The story itself is pretty creative, funny and moves along really quickly, but what I enjoyed most are the characters. I'm willing to wager E has spent a lot of time around teen girls. From the catty it-girls to the slightly unsure normal girls, a lot of the behavior and the mentality is pretty spot on. I can absolutely relate to the main character, Margot and her best friend Sybil. They're likable even when some of their decisions/reactions are kind of, well, befitting a typical teenager (or gooberish), which made me cringe a bit (*cough* guilty). Ah memories.

I highly recommend it. It's a lot of fun and pretty unique. My only criticism of the book is that it was too short. But then again, I read really quickly. I can't wait to read E.'s next book.

Oh yes, Tom Jones rules!

Although it wasn't mentioned, there were times all I could think of was Oingo Boingo's "It's a Dead Man's Party." Loves it!

So, in case you got your hands on the book and are getting ready to read it, here's some mood music.

Complicated

I really hate it when something that is supposed to be simple gets all botched for no good reason and turns into an unexpected project.

Case in point, today Aaron and I went to an expo center in Jersey to check out this supposed big electronics blowout sale. Great, right? Sort of. There was more crap than anything else. There were also a lot of vendors selling random items such as clothing (most were questionable at best), gawdy belt buckles and jewelry and for some reason, every knockoff iPhone or iPod device you can imagine. Luckily, there were a few vendors that had stuff worth looking at.

We picked up the Guitar Hero World Tour bundle (awesome), a new monitor (also awesome) and a new nifty keyboard. Ah... and our troubles begin. Once home, Aaron installed the monitor (huzzah!) and the nifty keyboard with a built in mic and web cam. The computer did not approve. It began acting all wonky. After trying several things we decided appease the machine remove the offending accessory and to wait until we got a new computer to install the keyboard. The computer, however, was already displeased and decided it had had enough. The mouse stopped working. After unplugging and replugging wires, cursing and snapping at each other, I walked away and Aaron restarted the thing (again). The mouse was still inoperative and then we got a "what the hell?" message (a message we have never seen before and had no idea what to make of) that got stuck up during the reboot. And there it stayed. We had to call our friend Daren to help over the phone. He was stumped for a bit. Aaron worked on it for a bit with Daren throwing out more ideas. I hung back on the couch pretending to read, seething a bit behind the new issue of Rachel Ray.

So now, the computer has it's old, crusty-ass keyboard back on and the mouse cable is all out of place (fear of upsetting the computer is keeping us from putting it back where it used to hang out) but it is up and running again. It only took about an hour and a half. Sigh.

"Never Slow Dance With a Zombie"

I got the book today! Much props to my Blog buddy E. Van Lowe! Congrats on your book!

I can't wait to tear into it tonight. I just finished the fifth book of the Black Dagger Brotherhood and will be starting on E's book as soon as I finish this post.

I've been on quite the reading kick lately. I've been pretty much averaging a book a day for the past week and a half or so. The problem is, I have been a little lazy working on my own. So of course, Aaron took one look at E's book, the moment I opened the Amazon package, looked at me, smiled and said, "Now just imagine how happy you'd be when it's your book in your hands." Good gentle kick in the pants. I just need to catch another whiff of inspiration to get back to it. Perhaps I'll throw some Muse on later tonight and get back to work.

My, My, My, My Music Hits Me So Hard ...

For those of you who didn't start singing the song in your head, I'm either impressed at your will to resist or offended and feel very old.

So yes, Now that you're all likely singing along (can't touch this...) I can start yapping (break it down...) about how frickin' excited I am about Top Chef and the finale of Top Chef Masters! I feel getting getting my knives out to be sharpened and skim though my cookbooks for refreshers. (Stop! Hammer time...)

I can't help myself. I love the competitions and the creativity. Plus, it gives me ideas and makes me really want to step up my skills in the kitchen. I swear Ralphie May (comedian who you should look up in case you haven't heard of him) had it right when he said food shows and Food Network is like watching porn. (neh, neh, neh-neh) One moment you're just sitting there and then you're getting urges to have exactly what you're seeing on the screen.




Okay fine... (Can't touch this!)

Back In The Saddle

It's been a while since I worked on my project- okay, book. But tonight as I was driving home from my brother's a light kind of went off in my head. I'm not sure what happened but ideas just started churning and so I got back to writing as soon as I got home.

From the looks of it, I think I'm really happy with what I've gotten down this evening. Now let's see how I like it all when I fire up the computer tomorrow.

I swore to myself that I would try to have something ready for friends to read over by the end of the year. Then if it passes the test, I'll start hunting down agents and see if I get a bite and then I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed.

The whole process just freaks me out. Not the writing thing, just the whole, other people reading what I've written. It's complete malarkey of course, considering that I've had by lines on hundreds of articles from when I worked as a reporter. But still... Blech.

Stretch. Twist. Pop! Lord, I Hope That Wasn't Anything I Needed.

There's nothing like returning to a workout routine after week to make you feel really feeble and old.

The last time I went running was the day before I left for Dallas. Now I feel miserable. Stretching before the run wasn't so bad, the run and the stretching after the run, however, yeah that was a whole other story. Not so great. I swear my joints sound like a done bag of popcorn in the microwave. You know, one to two pops per minute.

But yeah. At least I forced my ass to get out and do something today. Not that I really wanted to, but it really was for the best. I have barely seen sunshine in the last few days. I've spent most of my week curled up on the couch reading.

A friend that I made in Dallas recommended a new book series to me. She said if I liked the Sookie books, I would love The Black Dagger Brotherhood. On Saturday afternoon I finally decided to hit Barnes and Nobel and see what this is all about. I looked up and down the Scifi/ fantasy section and nothing. I asked the customer service desk and was lead over to the romance section. The first thought that came to mind was, "You have GOT to be kidding." I hesitated a bit but decided, what the hey, it’s about Vampires and I've got nothing on hand that I haven't read already. I got the first book.

On Sunday afternoon I picked up the next book and on Monday night I got the third. I would have gotten the damn fourth but the bastards didn't have it in the store.

I have never really been one for the romance novels just because they have a tendency to be super cheesy and pretty much smut, but these actually have a pretty good story line, even though they are pretty formulaic: boy and girl meet and dig each other, conflict arises threatening to separate them, they fight, sexy time, they make up, they argue some more, sexy time, something happens that makes them realize how much they need the other, sexy time and all is good.

But yes, as I was saying, I've gone back to devouring books like it's no one's business. At this rate my bookshelf is going to be as overloaded as Aaron's. When we finally get a place of our own, we're going to have to designate a room as a library to house all of our books.

Ooh yes, I also went out and unintentionally bought Halloween décor for our place. HomeGoods is a damn dangerous place. All I went in for is to see if they had truffle oil. I’ve seen it there a few times before. No luck on the oil but I picked up a few items including this new apron. It cracked me up.



The problem is I know this is only going to be the beginning. I saw quite a few other things that got my attention. I swear those bastards pump subliminal messages through their speaker systems. It never fails, I go in for one item and walk out with a car-full of bags, filled with items I never knew I needed. Blast!

Texas, Twicon and Poor-Ass Service

Ah yes. I finally have time to sit and write about what I did this weekend.

I, being the geek I am, went down to Dallas, Tx., for TwiCon. Yes I went to a Twilight convention. As I wrote my friend Michele, this should have been called Estrogen-fest '09. I'm talking it was a collection of about 3,000 crazy women and teenage girls (mostly women) all about Twilight. As a whole, I had a great time. the first night was a bit on the scary side. Just about everyone I met spoke of all Twilight all the time. Not that I mind, so much, but after a few hours of it, I kinda have to retreat. I took the time to wander the streets and I have to say, it was the scariest thing I think I have ever done.

At 10:00 pm, the streets of Dallas proper were empty. I'm talking empty! Once I got about a block away from the hotel, the streets of this major US city reminded me of the opening scene from "28 Days Later." I was looking for a place to grab a late dinner. I got about five or six blocks away and pretty much ended up speed walking all the way back in the crazy night time heat. I have never seen anything like that in my life. I'm talking this place made me Spidey senses tingle like mad. And I'm not Spidey! So ODD. I'm used to having things open at that time and certainly seeing people on the streets. Not here.

The next day was interesting. I was there with a pretty large group of women from TwilightMoms (TM's). Most of the ones I know well signed up to be a volunteer. I would have signed up to do the same, but I didn't think I was going to have the time to put into it back when I registered. Still I offered my help to any of them who needed a hand. Good thing too, I ended up running a breakout session that ended up being packed! It was a breakout session on hosting Twilight themed parties! How perfect. This I could do. I actually ended up getting a lot of really nice comments/ compliments on the session.

Later that night we checked out two bands, National Rifle and 100 Monkees (Jackson Rathbone, aka Jasper's band). After the big show at the hotel, a group of the TM's and I caught 100 Monkees at this place called Poor David's Pub. This show was much better and I could actually see the band up close. Rob is still a hottie, but Jackson really is prettier! He's a also a sweetheart. I accidentally ran into him after the show. He said "Hey, how ya doin'?" I was a goober and pretty much managed to say, "Oh, hi" and ask if he had seen my friend who drove us. Had I not been so dumbstruck, I would have asked for a photo. Ah well, he was still really sweet.

The following day was pretty tame, the vast majority of the people there had photo ops with the actors there. I decided to opt out of this and try to enjoy the afternoon and take in some of the sights during the day time. Not so much. At about 3:00 pm on a Saturday, just about everything was closed or closing! I swear, it felt like a big joke. Like I was in the Twilight Zone. Haha. No, not the books, I was convinced I was going to pass by Rod Serling around every turn.

So yes, Dallas itself was creepy as shit. Making matters worse, the only place that seemed to have any semblance of life was the hotel and the "shopping center" attached to it. The problem was, service was poor as shit. At first I thought I was being the typical asshole New Yorker who demands everything in a hurry, but no. Everyone was commenting on the piss poor service by the end of the second day. On Saturday morning I was in dire need of coffee. I found a coffee shop. Rather than being my salvation this place really tested my patience. Had Aaron been there, heads would have been rolling. It took them a half hour to get me an iced cafe mocha and a blueberry muffin! There were only about 8 people (myself included) on line in the place! After 20 minutes, I demanded to get my coffee. I finally got it, then I waited and waited. I asked each of the girls behind the counter to get my muffin. Finally I got loud and asked for a manager. I got my muffin immediately.

But this wasn't the last of the bad service stories. At one of the hotel restaurants, during a relatively slow time in the place, it took them an hour to get us sweet potato fries and soup. After asking several times we got the fries and soups. We didn't even want to think about how long it was going to take for the entrees. The problem was, everything was cold as hell. We sent it all back. When we got it again, it was all still cold. A fellow TM, a red-head from Jersey and I asked for a manager. We got an apology and when everything, including the entrees came back out, we got even madder. the soup and fries were right, but the entrees were pretty much ice. I had braised beef ribs, but the fat in the sauce was congealed and floating on top. We got the hotel manager and the restaurant manager and complained up a storm. We all (about nine of us) walked out.

So yes, despite the insanely long lines and late startup times, being out there with a bunch of the TM's was fun. It was great meeting a lot of them that I had only known though the chat forums.

Oh wait... there's more to the story.

If you want to go run to the bathroom or get a cup of coffee, this would be a good time...



Go ahead...




I'll wait.....

Okay, Part Two: The journey home.
I was supposed to be back in NYC at about 8ish on Sunday. Not so much.

The trouble started when I got a call from my a friend who was on an early flight. he flight got delayed by about three hours because of the weather back East. I then got a call from the airline to let me know that my second flight was canceled because of the weather. I hotfooted to the airport to try to find a way home. I was on the phone the entire way there. The good man from United who I was on the phone with got me on a different flight home on US Airways, yippee! (Oh yes, while on the phone, I learned that my original first flight out of Dallas was also canceled because of weather) I got to the airport and was about to check in when I was told that the new flight was canceled. This time because of a mechanical failure and had to go to the Untied counter to have them fix the problem. I took the tram all the way across the airport and I got on a huge line to wait. I was told I was not going to be able to get out till the morning! But since it was US Airways' plane that had the mechanical failure, they were going to have to give me a hotel voucher. Back ont he tram I went all the way across the airport. The line was, surprise, huge and slow moving. When I finally got to the front, I was told I was on the wrong line. Sigh... The line I had to be on was longer. I waited, waited and waited. Finally I got to the counter. I was lucky and found one of the few angels on this trip. She said she was able to find me a flight later in the evening! I thanked her profusely and told her she was a goddess! I really did.

That flight took off and I thought, huzzah, finally, I'm on my way home. I reached the Philly airport with about 40 minutes to spare for my connecting flight. Boarding started all was well, I got to the gate agent and hit a snag. I was told to step to the side. The woman got everyone else on the plane except for a few people. I was the last one standing and all this woman said was, "your ticket isn't valid" and "I can't find you on our system. I asked if she had tried scanning my ticket. She just repeated that the ticket wasn't valid. She tapped away on her keyboard, huffed and ignored my repeated requests for her to please scan my ticket. Nope, nothing. She got on the phone to try to get a manager but still refused to scan the damn thing. Then she announced the final boarding call! I now started really getting pissed and really snippy. She then told her buddy to close the gate! I now started yelling. One of the things I said was, "Listen, you incompetent rag, perhaps if you scan my ticket you'll find me on your stupid system. Or is that too difficult?!" I said a few other things but I honestly can't remember. I believe I thew in there something about having a job a trained monkey could do, but I don't remember the exact words. She tisked, rolled her eyes and told me to talk to the customer service desk. I got on the phone with Aaron who was already on his way to LaGuardia. I screamed the entire way while I was walking to find the damn desk. I finally found the damn thing and got on line.

When I got to the counter I took a breath and quietly informed the agent that if I got loud, it wasn't directed toward her since she had done nothing wrong, and that I was just frustrated as hell. She told me that she heard me coming from down the terminal and was hoping I wasn't headed her way. She then asked me what happened. I handed her my boarding pass and told her the gate agent wouldn't let me on the flight. She scanned my ticket and looked up at me and asked what was wrong with it. I told her, "You tell me." She looked at it again, looked at the screen and looked at me. I told her the woman at the gate said the ticket was invalid because the ticket itself had something scratched out and "E-TKT" written on it. She shrugged and asked if the gate agent scanned the ticket. I told her, "no" and that she refused to do so even though I asked her several times to do it. I also told her that she said she couldn't fine me on the manifest. She said that the gate agent wouldn't have unless she scanned the ticket! At this point my blood was boiling and I started shaking. I was so pissed that I actually started tearing. She called her supervisor over and they called the gate. They got the girl's name and the supervisor ran over to the gate. When she got back, she said the gate was empty and the agents had already gone home. The girl at the customer service counter asked me to sit down and asked me if I needed anything to drink while she got me a hotel voucher and booked on the first flight out in the morning. They worked quickly and gave me all the info for the gate agent. They jotted down all the things that went wrong so when I write in to complain, everything would be documented. Sigh.

I ended up getting to the hotel at 2:00 because the people at the shuttle desk told me to go to the wrong stop. I and a few other stranded passengers were sent out of the terminal and to the right. We were supposed to go to the left. We finally got to the hotel. I was then told I was at the wrong Quality Inn. Back to the airport I went to wait some more. I got in at 2:00 I left the damn hotel at 5:45. Finally my flight took off and I made it home at about 8:00am on Monday. Aaron picked me up about 18 hours after I left the hotel and rushed to the airport. I was delirious! I started laughing for absolutely no reason whatsoever during breakfast.

So there you have it. The long harrowing saga of my trip to Dallas, TwiCon and poor-ass service. Good night!

In Need of Updates

I so have a lot on my mind, I just keep getting pulled aside to do other things. Don't you just hate it with other things get in the way?