VanCon: Arrival
I'm in Vancouver BC. O_O
The drive up through Washington with angel-kink was pretty uneventful. Then things got intense all at once when we neared the border.
First of all, I got a speeding ticket. My first one ever. Totally my fault. :(
Then we went through probably the most intense border crossing I've ever experienced. Seriously. And I'm well-traveled.
I expected to be asked why we were going to Canada and for how long we would be staying, but the border guard kept asking more and more questions, as if he were mad at me for not giving him enough information. I told him we were here for a convention. Then that it was a TV show convention. That that it was a Supernatural convention through Creation Events. Then he wanted to know what would be going on at the convention.
I resisted the urge to explain that we had driven over 300 miles to touch Misha Collins, and instead mumbled something about Q&A panels.
Then he asked how much we had paid for the convention. I definitely wasn't going to tell him the final price tag on this adventure (even excluding my speeding ticket, it ain't cheap), so I told him, "A couple hundred dollars."
"A couple hundred dollars?!" he said, making us feel sufficiently judged. Then he grilled us on a few more points before letting us into Canada.
Seriously, Canada? Seriously?
Oh, well. We're here now and we're going sightseeing tomorrow. Pictures of Misha-touching to come.
(angel-kink will be with me all weekend, and will also be blogging about the convention. Her account of events is here)
The drive up through Washington with angel-kink was pretty uneventful. Then things got intense all at once when we neared the border.
First of all, I got a speeding ticket. My first one ever. Totally my fault. :(
Then we went through probably the most intense border crossing I've ever experienced. Seriously. And I'm well-traveled.
I expected to be asked why we were going to Canada and for how long we would be staying, but the border guard kept asking more and more questions, as if he were mad at me for not giving him enough information. I told him we were here for a convention. Then that it was a TV show convention. That that it was a Supernatural convention through Creation Events. Then he wanted to know what would be going on at the convention.
I resisted the urge to explain that we had driven over 300 miles to touch Misha Collins, and instead mumbled something about Q&A panels.
Then he asked how much we had paid for the convention. I definitely wasn't going to tell him the final price tag on this adventure (even excluding my speeding ticket, it ain't cheap), so I told him, "A couple hundred dollars."
"A couple hundred dollars?!" he said, making us feel sufficiently judged. Then he grilled us on a few more points before letting us into Canada.
Seriously, Canada? Seriously?
Oh, well. We're here now and we're going sightseeing tomorrow. Pictures of Misha-touching to come.
(angel-kink will be with me all weekend, and will also be blogging about the convention. Her account of events is here)