So, we went to Mutek. Good times, mostly. The whole think really beat the shit out of me, though...smoking, drinking and walking and walking and walking..Kind of bad weather too, but tolerable. Anyway, here is my exciting recap!
Day 1
Our flight was early in the morning (9:20) and my mom was driving us to the airport so we stayed at my parents house the night before. I was up until 2 AM or so preparing (mostly laundry) and playing Gameboy (Warioware, bitches!) so naturally waking up at 6:30 was awful. Still, I did it without too much trouble. Showered, blah blah blah, got to the airport. Forgot my birth certificate, but figured it didn't matter - everyone told me my drivers license would be enough. Cool.
So, we hang out for a bit. Had some hash browns, Ree got a bagel. Make our way to the terminal around 8:45. Well, around 9 the lady at the counter starts blabbing about the flight. "You will need a birth certificate, passport or voter's registration to get into Canada." Uh, what? I go up to the counter and ask if my drivers license is enough...nope! Shitty. I go through my wallet and find my voters registration application, but apparently that's not enough either. I have to go to the front desk (which is way far away, outside of the security checkpoint) and get a piece of paper that says I'm a US citizen. Lovely. So, I run there..luckily there's only one person at the counter I have to go to. My turn comes up and the lady asks for my drivers license..give it to her, and find out it's going to cost $15. Cash.
I have no cash. I was planning on waiting 'til I got to Montreal so that I could get a good exchange rate from the ATM. Oops.
She gives me directions to an ATM (down a few flights of stairs, of course) and I run my ass there and get $20. Run back.
"What time is your flight at?"
"9:20"
"OH MY GOD! WE GOT TO GET YOU OUTTA HERE!"
And so the rush begins. The people in front of me are no longer an issue. She gives me the stuff I have to fill out. I fill, she types. I pay her, she goes to get change..No change! So the lady starts asking everyone (including people picking up their boarding passes) for $5. "I'll pay you right back! Hurry! I'll pay you back!!" Classic. She gets five bucks, gives it to me with the piece of paper. OK, I'm set. Well, except I have five minutes 'til boarding is over and I still have to get through security.
Lady is way cool, though, and she lets me cut through the line to the actual metal detectors. Still, there's an elderly couple in front of me and they are fuckin' slower than old people. "Jooo-o-hh-h-n, do I have to take off my shoes?" I don't have time for this! So I'm like "YEAH BITCH!" and figure she's going to have to sit down to do it anyway (she's old, can't bend over! creaky bones!) and give her a solid stiff-arm. She tumbles to the floor, I put my shoes on the conveyer and run through. Cool! Grab shoes, put back on, begin running for my gate. Well, I just got these new shoes like a week ago and the laces don't stay put very well..One of them comes untied as I'm running down the stairs. I didn't trip, but I didn't have enough time to tie it so I had to take them off. Ran my socked ass 1,000 yards or so down a maxed floor. Eek. Hard on the feet and slippery too. Saw Ree peeking out from the gate. Made it, barely. Yay!
Get in plane all gross and sweaty. Fly to Montreal. Don't crash or fireball. All is well.
My little sister graduates from high school tomorrow.
Whoa.