Not-yet con report
Saturday, 24th
I am up at 6 am, roommate drives me to airport (♥), I am nearly hysterical because I've never done the e-ticket thing before, and I am certain the airline people will just look at me blankly when I show them my passport and confirmation e-mail.
Everything goes just fine though, get on the tiny little plane ("City Hopper") to Shiphol (Amsterdam), arrive there without any complications, wait for three hours there for my flight to Boston
Boarding time is two hours before the plane starts, long-winded interviews with every single passenger, am asked if I maybe got asked by strangers to take a bomb with me in my hand baggage, get my bag searched by the security guys (thankfully they refrain from reading the printed out porn I've got with me), get my matches stolen and my chap-stick put in a plastic bag, for whatever reason, supposedly so I don't explode the United States of America with it. Not sure how the plastic bag will help, but whatever.
Loooong flight to Boston, thankfully they have a nice collection of movies to watch, end up with watching the new James Bond movie, Casino Royale (HellO? This guy looks nothing like Callum) and Mr. and Mrs. Smith, regret the latter. Sleep for an hour or so. About a thousand years later the plane arrives in Boston. Find my luggage, get in line at Immigration.
The guy who interviews me is pretty nice, I get asked for my hotel address the third time, know it now off the top of my head. The guy doesn't think it's funny when I laugh at the question if I am going to bring more then ten thousand Dollar into the country, whatever. They finally let me go, I step into the arrivals hall, no one's there. Short period of panicking. Walk around the terminal for a few minutes, finally step out on the street and have a cigarette. Okay, feeling better now.
Ask the nice lady at the information counter where I can change money to make a phone call. Find the machine that changes paper money to coins, change money, look up, Oooooh. Carefully step around the new person that just appeared in the arrivals terminal. It's aneli8! \c/ And her mother.
Her mother is just as awesome as she is, and they drive me to my hotel (bringing up once more the discussion about Daniel Craig and Callum, Anna AGREES with me, her mother just thinks DC is NO James Bond, even though he certainly tried, Anna mentions that he's pretty and took his clothes off, that really should be enough, I agree), I check in at the hotel, Anna comes up with me to my room to make sure everything is okay. *clings to her* Anna leaves.
I am alone, waiting for _unhurt_ to arrive five hours later. Go out again, take a walk around the block, get a coffee at the Seven-Eleven around the corner. Um. American coffee. ...interesting. Five hours later, it's snowing. I am worried about Unhurt but can't keep my eyes open any longer (four in the morning for me), so I go to bed.
Wake up when someone opens the door. Barely manage to open my eyes, mumble something, maybe English, maybe German, I really don't know. Unhurt looks very cute. And very tired. She's talking. A lot. I try to respond but fall asleep again. In the middle of the conversation. I think. /c\ Anyway, Unhurt's finally there, I scoot over to make room on the bed. Hi, I know you from the internets, it's okay to sleep together after we talked for three minutes. Fangirls! \c/