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Oh thank god.
Dec. 15th, 2004 10:12 pmOk, so let me tell you how big of a moron I've been, now that it's over.
I noticed the Wednesday before Ambercon that I couldn't find my little wad of credit cards and ID, the one that lives in my rear pocket. Thursday, I searched in a flurry for them as the time-to-leave-to-catch-plane approached. Oh well, I thought, I have my passport to get on the plane, and by luck I happened to have picked up a big chunk of cash at the bank last Saturday to cover food in excess of the food coupons and drinks and gifts and shit... The cards'll turn up, stuff always does eventually.
What I hadn't remembered was paying for the hotel room.
Talk about your Oh Shit moments, standing in front of the hotel desk in Troutdale Oregon with the realization that you don't have enough money to cover the weekend's worth of lodging. "...Can I just give you the credit card number...?" I paid for a few nights and planned to come around Friday when the manager would be there, the guy who could authorize such things.
About this time I remembered, "Oh! 'Checks' are pieces of paper that are commonly believed to be money equivalents! And I know precisely where on my desk in California these 'checks' are!" Kicking. Self.
Long story short, the manager let my check my account from his computer (to see that yes, the credit cards were not stolen, just lost) and pay with the number and expiration date alone (god, the Edgefield is a stupendous place!)... And here's what really saved my ass, let me have a "charge to room" card so I could eat and stuff once my food coupon ran out. So after losing nearly all the remaining money to a dinner Saturday night at the Black Rabbit (the fancy eatery at the Edgefield) (if only I'd made the waiter who turned up his snoot at my request for coffee with whipped cream in it [honestly, some people just don't know how to live large] put the quarter of the bill that wasn't covered by the remainder of my food coupon on my charge-to-room card... That'd've learned him. Didn't have time, alas, though, running to the next game.) I ended up the last Monday in Oregon subsisting on the charged-to-room brunch at the Edgefield, and then nothing until midnight when I got home save beef jerky I'd brought along and an apple I bought at Whole Foods in Portland for my last buck. Dear, dear dear dear dear.
But! No one but Simone learned of my condition. :)
But the time from then to now...
( It was like living in frikkin' 1985 )
Oh, and speaking of Ambercons, I'm seriously considering going to the coming ACUS. If anyone has something to say in regards to these two joining in unholy union, speak now, eh?
I noticed the Wednesday before Ambercon that I couldn't find my little wad of credit cards and ID, the one that lives in my rear pocket. Thursday, I searched in a flurry for them as the time-to-leave-to-catch-plane approached. Oh well, I thought, I have my passport to get on the plane, and by luck I happened to have picked up a big chunk of cash at the bank last Saturday to cover food in excess of the food coupons and drinks and gifts and shit... The cards'll turn up, stuff always does eventually.
What I hadn't remembered was paying for the hotel room.
Talk about your Oh Shit moments, standing in front of the hotel desk in Troutdale Oregon with the realization that you don't have enough money to cover the weekend's worth of lodging. "...Can I just give you the credit card number...?" I paid for a few nights and planned to come around Friday when the manager would be there, the guy who could authorize such things.
About this time I remembered, "Oh! 'Checks' are pieces of paper that are commonly believed to be money equivalents! And I know precisely where on my desk in California these 'checks' are!" Kicking. Self.
Long story short, the manager let my check my account from his computer (to see that yes, the credit cards were not stolen, just lost) and pay with the number and expiration date alone (god, the Edgefield is a stupendous place!)... And here's what really saved my ass, let me have a "charge to room" card so I could eat and stuff once my food coupon ran out. So after losing nearly all the remaining money to a dinner Saturday night at the Black Rabbit (the fancy eatery at the Edgefield) (if only I'd made the waiter who turned up his snoot at my request for coffee with whipped cream in it [honestly, some people just don't know how to live large] put the quarter of the bill that wasn't covered by the remainder of my food coupon on my charge-to-room card... That'd've learned him. Didn't have time, alas, though, running to the next game.) I ended up the last Monday in Oregon subsisting on the charged-to-room brunch at the Edgefield, and then nothing until midnight when I got home save beef jerky I'd brought along and an apple I bought at Whole Foods in Portland for my last buck. Dear, dear dear dear dear.
But! No one but Simone learned of my condition. :)
But the time from then to now...
( It was like living in frikkin' 1985 )
Oh, and speaking of Ambercons, I'm seriously considering going to the coming ACUS. If anyone has something to say in regards to these two joining in unholy union, speak now, eh?