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Nov. 8th, 2010 09:54 pmIt is a humbling moment in the progression of years when you realise you can no longer pull an 'all nighter'. It is yet another moment when you cannot pull a 'half nighter'.
The cab to airport me was coming at four in the morning. My roommates (peace, y'all!) were getting up at seven. The Obies* were lasting well into the evening. My best course seemed to be to hang out until the cab arrived. So I went to the Obies (Jeremy's gall bladder was nominated for all categories), and then to the soaking pool where there were wonderful conversations, and then I caught up with the roommates where we mopped up final details about room costs and plans for departure.
I was setting up in the lobby when z-amber lured me off to the Power Station for hanging out. We then went from bar to bar as they closed until we ended up back in the admin lodge, where it appears people frequently end up once all the bars have closed. This is good information, and I plan to use it in future years.
I hung out with the Cuddle Couch crowd until we closed that down at around quarter til four, and then headed back to catch my taxi. Lack of stimulus in the ride to the airport was my downfall. I remember trying to stay awake in security and I'm glad that the process has become such a routine. I also remember landing in Denver and discovering that my flight was already boarding. I walked past the baggage claim exit in DTW, so it was sort of a good thing that construction had rendered Amanda a little late. I am told there was Taco Bell, but very little is really clear until about nine when rumour has it the third attempt to wake me was made.
*The Obies, named after Oberon the Amberite, are the AmberCon awards, with categories such as 'Best Performance by a Prop, Inanimate Object, or Shadow'--this year's winner was a coffee mug labelled "World's Best Dad" and with a sticky note reading "Random: Do Not Drink"
Also, Congratulations to Cammi Granato on being accepted to the hockey hall of fame. Well deserved.
The Love of Christ: Yer Doin' It Wrong.
The cab to airport me was coming at four in the morning. My roommates (peace, y'all!) were getting up at seven. The Obies* were lasting well into the evening. My best course seemed to be to hang out until the cab arrived. So I went to the Obies (Jeremy's gall bladder was nominated for all categories), and then to the soaking pool where there were wonderful conversations, and then I caught up with the roommates where we mopped up final details about room costs and plans for departure.
I was setting up in the lobby when z-amber lured me off to the Power Station for hanging out. We then went from bar to bar as they closed until we ended up back in the admin lodge, where it appears people frequently end up once all the bars have closed. This is good information, and I plan to use it in future years.
I hung out with the Cuddle Couch crowd until we closed that down at around quarter til four, and then headed back to catch my taxi. Lack of stimulus in the ride to the airport was my downfall. I remember trying to stay awake in security and I'm glad that the process has become such a routine. I also remember landing in Denver and discovering that my flight was already boarding. I walked past the baggage claim exit in DTW, so it was sort of a good thing that construction had rendered Amanda a little late. I am told there was Taco Bell, but very little is really clear until about nine when rumour has it the third attempt to wake me was made.
*The Obies, named after Oberon the Amberite, are the AmberCon awards, with categories such as 'Best Performance by a Prop, Inanimate Object, or Shadow'--this year's winner was a coffee mug labelled "World's Best Dad" and with a sticky note reading "Random: Do Not Drink"
Also, Congratulations to Cammi Granato on being accepted to the hockey hall of fame. Well deserved.
The Love of Christ: Yer Doin' It Wrong.