Well I have a lot to say here today so please bare with me here. Many of you know that I went on vacation and many more of you know I fed my addiction of the wonderful world of Doctor Who. Let me just say that I had a cracking good time! I shall be posting picture later after I have had time to download them all and color correct those that might need it! Okay on with the show...er journal...
Friday the 13th: (ooo scary! NOT! It was a lovely day to fly)
I fly out after having about an hour and a half of sleep. Apparently I am a suffer of pre-flight anxiety. So I fly merrily away on a jet plane and land in sunny yet a bit chilly Los Angeles California. I get off the plane, have to ask directions to the shuttle that will take me and my heavy luggage to the Marriott hotel not only where I am staying but where Gallifrey One is going to be happening. I meet three other Whovians on the shuttle and become friends with one gent by the name of Don, who is from Vegas. Nice guy we had a lot of good laughs. I got off the plane mind you around 11am, made it to the hotel by about 20 to 12 or so and guess what no room ready. So I stow my luggage with one of the bell hops. I hit the dealers room and start scoping out the goods and decided after a short bit carrying around my carry on is just way to much work and drop that off and poke around the event. So Don and I run around the event till we bump into his friend Susan, she too was very nice and soon it was the three of us running around like fools. Getting things signed, in and out of panels, meeting people so on and so forth. I finally did get a room right around the actual check in time and low and behold nearly in the nose bleed section of the hotel on the 12th floor, but I was right off the elevator so that helped in some ways. I spent half of the day bumping into random knitters from Ravelry as well. Oh and before I forget I taught myself how to knit on double pointed needles on the plane! Oh and I must say the Dalek costume kicked some major Arse!It was a good day, I crashed out 'early' since well the three hour time difference on top of having next to no sleep killed me, I only went to bed at 12 am aka 3am at home.
Saturday the 14th:
Well I should have known got to bed early get up at the crack of dawn..and I did, I was up at 7am so I took the time to clean up and knit a little before wandering downstairs. I bought a great deal of audio books and dramas on day two of my Whovian journey. Man was Saturday packed! Full of panels to enjoy, pictures, a chance to talk to Phil Collinson (unfortunately for only about 5 minutes) more pictures, a meeting of fellow knitters, in which we all sat in front of the TARDIS to knit in one of the pass through 'hallways' at the event. Lots of fun, and the Masquerade was amazing and I really want to purchase the CD of Toby Hadoke's "Moths ate my Doctor Who Scarf" The man is hilarious! I had planned on going to bed early but that didn't happen I ended up wandering around the hotel till the wee hours of the morning, after getting dinner at 12am at the bar and talking with many interesting people there I chatted with even more people after telling others I was going to go to bed on several occasions.
Sunday the 15th:
Again pre-flight anxiety I get oh maybe 2 to 2 and 1/2 hours of sleep before having to get up, return my key and get to the airport. Since I was to go visit friends who lived about an hour south of San Fransisco for a few days. Man am I glad that I printed my boarding passes at the Marriott because LAX is INSANE. My hour plus wait to get to check in was shortened to about 20 minutes because I had my boarding passes already, yet the lines there were insane as well because of people cutting in line, not enough employees to handle the mass of people so others having to wait and worry about missing flights ect. Well I survived the mass there only to find out that my flight that had been on time when I checked out of the hotel is now delayed a hour and a half. I thought "no big deal I'll call my friends and let them know so they don't show up and wonder why I'm not there." So I call and gab at them a moment or two and sit and knit to try and pass the time. Well...the storm that kicked up in San Fran. Delayed my flight not just an hour and a half but about 3 so by the time that I was supposed to arrive at SFO I was 4 hours late arriving around 3 instead of just after 11. Didn't even hit the rain till the final decent but the winds really threw the plane around strangely for a short while. But still I arrived in one piece and starving. So needless to say not only did I eat a foot long sub but dinner on top of that about 2 hours later. Hung out with friends the rest of the night.
Monday the 16th:
Caught up on some sleep and putz around at M & L's house till I felt adventurous enough to wander out. I was left a key so I pack up my camera and wallet and head out the door, and through the side gate with a map and umbrella because well its still raining. Okay I'm in a new town thousands of miles away and what do I do...get myself lost...more then once, yet I did manage to find my way into Danville and go shopping after a much needed stop at Starbucks for multiple reasons! So I wander about town and find this interesting little shop called Gardenseed and pick up ...wait for it.... Pink Hot Chocolate...(I am not kidding when I say Pink either! It is bright baby pink.) Which I bought a can for myself and a can for
nekopirate and a can of peppermint truffle hot chocolate for my roomie
fuzziekit. I make it back to M & L's and well good thing that L's home when I get there since I was too dang short to reach the latch to get back into the gate once I got there! So I was let in after L got a good chuckled since well she's over 6 foot tall but I love her anyway. She showed me how to work the key pad for the garage in case I left again. I Wanted to go to the candy store but it wasn't open till 12:30 on Mondays.
Tuesday the 17th:
The last big day of my vacation I am embolden and decided to take the train into San Fransisco so that I can ride the Cable Cars (not trollies as I was reminded several times from L) down to Fisherman's Wharf. Well again it is a rainy day but that doesn't stop me except for earlier in the morning since there had been some bad storms in San Fran. Well I take the long ride to Fisherman's Wharf and the amount of hills that I went up and down made be extremely glad that I did not rent a car! Terrifying! Well I get down to the Wharf and wander around a little before I decided I want to go to Alcatraz. Which is quite a walk...I had to pass Pier 39 and head all the way down to Pier 33. The couple mile walk was very worth it in the end. I purchased my tickets to Alcatraz and was on my merry way about 10 minutes after I arrived on the pier. The audio tour was absolutely amazing! And I found out w hat it was like to be shut in solitary confinement inside the d-block of Alcatraz I have the pictures to show it (Again which I will be posting later) Well unfortunately the ferry which is suppose to come to and fro from Alcatraz to the main land every 20-30 minutes takes a nice little break after 2. I missed the 2:20 ferry back to the main land and was "Stuck" on Alcatraz till 3:40 not quite what I had planned on doing so I didn't end up getting to do everything that I wanted to in San Fransisco... I had to call L and let her know I was going to be coming back late. Once I got back to main land I stopped at the Hard Rock Cafe there and bought a pin (I'm a HR pin collector) before I walked ALLLL the way back down to where I had to catch the Cable Car. About half way back to the train station M called to make sure that I was still alive and on my way back to the train station, I told him I was "Stuck" on a slow cable car so we made a plan on when I needed to call him so that he could pick me up. It all worked out in the end ^^
Wednesday the 18th:
Not to eventful since I left the rainy land of California, in which the weather broke and it was a beautiful day. My ride back to the San Fran airport was lovely and I got to go across the Golden Gate Bridge...though guess what I was late into the Airport back home and well
fuzziekit Wondered what in the heck was going on since the monitor never said that the plane I was on was arriving late event though we were a half hour late getting in. Ah well I arrived safe and sound a bit late but in one piece.
As for today and tomorrow they are days for me to just relax! But there is the somewhat brief breakdown of my lovely, fantastic trip to the land of California!