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Oh friends. If you could only hear this story in real life. I am going to try and attempt creating an atmosphere in which you, the reader, are able to feel that pain and torment I felt dealing with what was suppose to be one of the highlights of this year.
It all began with my first drive to Newark, which is 45 minutes from where I live and you need to drive on a major highway to get there. This was not the most fun experience, seeing how I am incredibly frightened of Highways. In fact I have a searing hate for them. But, anyways, I arrived in Newark and met my favorite chum, Rini. I was so blinded with joy that I had driven all this way and met my best friend that I didn't realize I was in a no parking zone. Rini and I scampered off on a grand tour of Main Street as Harriet, my darling ford Taurus, was being violated by some heartless campus cop who took his job way too seriously.
When I returned from my joyful frolic, I found not one, but two parking violations. I was not happy. -_- Really, I was not. But I took it in the gut and shook it of. I kept repeating to myself 'It's okay. Yuricon is tomorrow. You'll meet a really hawt diva who falls head over heels in love with you. Think of these parking violations as a fee to pay for the up coming fun-o-rama.' And, I did just that. I bottled my rage and sadness and drove to visitors parking, which I conveniently passed before without even noticing.
I spent the night with Rini and her roomie, who was a savory personality. She didn't like anything I did, which I found slightly entertaining and was determined to find a median between us. In the end, we both had a sever hate for stupid customers and that hate brought us together. It was magical*sparkle*.
The next mourning, we rose in the dead of night. This, if you didn't know, is 4:30 in the morning. After getting lost in Newark we found our way to Route 1 and then to the Turnpike. Things were going our way, or so it seemed <-<.
After an eternity of driving we missed our exit, which there in doomed us. We were auditoraly harassed by honking horns and Indian accents. There was no escape from the endless array of no u turn signs. I had all but given up hope. But, there in the midst of my despair stood Rini, my savior, my pillar of strength, my fresh glass of vitamin water. She held in through out the whole dilemma, braving the unrelenting traffic and fury whence came.
However, even with Rini's support, my hope had all but run out. Her pain and stress made me feel selfish and cruel and I asked if it just be better if we we're to give up and go home. BUT~ just as those wretched words slipped off my tongue we gazed forward and saw NEWARK NEW JERSEY *trumpets blare*. What a glorious sight to behold, it was. We pulled over and asked directions from someone who acctually used conjunctions in there sentences and from there we safely found a parking garage and the way to the hotel.
Approaching the doors was like lifting a huge weight off my shoulders. The feeling of relief was so overwhelming; I wanted to literally break down into tears. Luckily, we where too busy signing in to cry.
As the woman at the desk grabbed my license she remarked with a snicker, "So you have been 18 for a total of how many days?" which was funny seeing how I became legal only nine days prior. We giggled and I accompanied Rini to the bathroom where she adorned her super special awesome Anthy costume. I, myself, was wearing a not-as-super special awesome hot topic dress with Lolita pumps, white over shirt, and mega cute hat. Rini obliterated anyone who dared attempt and cosplay by a landslide. You could see the invisible b***h slap on their faces as she walked by. People stopped her left and right to bask in her glory and capture her elegance on film.
After we scooped out the area, we went to an author Q+A. As we sat and listen I peered over my right and saw the most gorgeous woman I've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. I kept thinking 'touch touch, want to touch~ x3' but I restrained my urges. When the crowd dispensed I asked a woman, who happened to be escorting her, for a picture. After I took it she was so close, I made a shot and started to talk to her. She was awesome. She loved Jrock, Yuri, D, everything important (to me, at least). I even snuck a hug or two =^w^=. She was really soft and smelled gewd*creepy moment*.
Everything was going great and then, from the corner of my eye, I saw another girl approach and put her arm around her. It...was...her girl friend ;~; NOOOO. But what can I say, except for that I wasn't surprised. Such a delicious dish can't go without for too long. Sadness loomed and I left defeated. Rini and I sat in the anime area as I licked my wounds. The rest of the day went by pretty fast. I had amazing chats with the doujinshi lady and a woman who was outrageously well acquainted with Sera Myu. She taught me a few nifty need-to-know things about my favorite member, Nao Tagaki <333.
I bought an omega load manga and anime, and after frolicking about for an hour or so, Rini and I decided it was best for us to hit the dusty trail yet again. We changed into our normal people clothes. After leaving the hotel, we realized that the road back would be just as hard as the ride here. Everywhere we stopped seemed to be yet another dead end with a moody gas station owner who couldn't speak understandable English. Oh, woe was I. This trial pushed Rini and I to the breaking point. I noticed that we began snipping and yelling at each other like an old married couple. This frightened me and so I tried my best to not speak and let her work her magic.
We finally made it back on the Turnpike. Sadly, this was only a false revelation. Neither of use new about the tolls that lay ahead. Thank goodness for Rini's foresight. She had packed a wad of quarters in her backpack. We thought we were safe, but we couldn't be more wrong. We drove up to the last toll and read the sign that said "3.50 fee" and I felt me heart sink into my stomach. We only had two dollars and sixty cents. CRUEL FATES, WHY DO YOU CONSPIRE AGAINST US? Thank the heavens for the woman at the toll both. She graciously let us go, without the forty cents. God bless that woman's soul.
After toll dodging, backtracking, and hundreds of tracphone minutes later we crossed the Bay Bridge which was almost like passing through the gates of heaven. I wanted to get out of the car and hug every Delawarean I saw. Luckily, I had Rini there to restrain my urges. And that, my friends, was the end to the epic tale of YURICON '07~!!!
 Fraise fille · Wed Oct 03, 2007 @ 04:20pm · 1 Comments |
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