Marked woman
Dec. 6th, 2004 03:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tikistitchWell, that didn´t go very well. LJ just ate my entire post ´cause it wasn´t backdated or something. We´ll try again.
I´m in Sitges, across from the local sex toys shop. No kidding--I´m actually looking at a poster of an elephant wearing a giant condom on its trunk while I type.
Things have been going well so far, though I think my theme for this trip is "the marked woman." The first incident happened at the airport, where no matter what bag my husband tried handing me, it suddenly appeared to be over the carry on limit. Now, I´ll admit we inevitably push the carry on quota, and this time,in addition to our packs, we had a laptop case crammed full of Alien toys, and a capacious Disney shopping bag full of Predator. Anyway, when Gus handed me the Disney bag, Line Bitch at the ticket counter started screaming that not only the bag, but my backpack (which is the exact same one I always take on international trips) were too big to the tune of a $350 fine. When we tried to laugh it off, Line Bitch´s friend concurred, "They´re going to be fined $350 at the gate!" OK. But when Gus handed me instead the laptop bag to sling nonchalantly over my shoulder, he was able to blithely walk onto the plane with the Disney bag, but I was nailed with the laptop case. Gus then manfully checked his own backpack, which had never at any point upset them, but that seemed to mollify the Gods of Northwest.
Then at breakfast this morning, we somehow found ouselves in the only Bar in Spain that does NOT serve churros y chocolates. After I got over my shock, I unfortunately asked for another item on the menu which they also no longer carried. I then asked them for the item I had just heard Gus order, at which point, our waiter flipped out an charged away. "No soup for you!" Once again, my gallant husband agreed to switch breakfasts to please his whiney wife.
Other than the big bag hassle, our flight over was uneventful, unless you count something abnormal over being confined in a tin can at 30,000 feet for nine hours straight with nothing but The Princess Diaries II and I Robot to keep you entertained. Philip met us at the airport, and was delighted at his new cache of action figures. We trudged over to see the end of the Con yesterday, and after a mere half hour of jet lag induced aimless wandering, were able to find the con officers and were rewarded with free Con badges and cereal bars proffered by a giant Tony the Tiger. (Though what Tony the Tiger and the Chocos monkey have to do with Star Wars is still a bit obscure in my mind.)
Weirdly, the boys actually faded out before the end of the Con last night, which allowed us a little late night shopping expedition, ended with a quite satisfying foray to a tapas place. Philip put away more tapas than any human being I´ve ever seen.
Today, after NOT having churros y chocolate, I said farwell to my fellow travelers and headed off to Barcelona and the Stitch Store. I was rewarded, after a short train ride and a quick whirl through the metro, with a rather capacious bag of Euro Stitch. Northwest airlines is already fuming.
Now siesta is almost over, so I need to get my buns over to the Con before my husband fears I´ve decided to take up residence in Barcelona. La manana, todos.
I´m in Sitges, across from the local sex toys shop. No kidding--I´m actually looking at a poster of an elephant wearing a giant condom on its trunk while I type.
Things have been going well so far, though I think my theme for this trip is "the marked woman." The first incident happened at the airport, where no matter what bag my husband tried handing me, it suddenly appeared to be over the carry on limit. Now, I´ll admit we inevitably push the carry on quota, and this time,in addition to our packs, we had a laptop case crammed full of Alien toys, and a capacious Disney shopping bag full of Predator. Anyway, when Gus handed me the Disney bag, Line Bitch at the ticket counter started screaming that not only the bag, but my backpack (which is the exact same one I always take on international trips) were too big to the tune of a $350 fine. When we tried to laugh it off, Line Bitch´s friend concurred, "They´re going to be fined $350 at the gate!" OK. But when Gus handed me instead the laptop bag to sling nonchalantly over my shoulder, he was able to blithely walk onto the plane with the Disney bag, but I was nailed with the laptop case. Gus then manfully checked his own backpack, which had never at any point upset them, but that seemed to mollify the Gods of Northwest.
Then at breakfast this morning, we somehow found ouselves in the only Bar in Spain that does NOT serve churros y chocolates. After I got over my shock, I unfortunately asked for another item on the menu which they also no longer carried. I then asked them for the item I had just heard Gus order, at which point, our waiter flipped out an charged away. "No soup for you!" Once again, my gallant husband agreed to switch breakfasts to please his whiney wife.
Other than the big bag hassle, our flight over was uneventful, unless you count something abnormal over being confined in a tin can at 30,000 feet for nine hours straight with nothing but The Princess Diaries II and I Robot to keep you entertained. Philip met us at the airport, and was delighted at his new cache of action figures. We trudged over to see the end of the Con yesterday, and after a mere half hour of jet lag induced aimless wandering, were able to find the con officers and were rewarded with free Con badges and cereal bars proffered by a giant Tony the Tiger. (Though what Tony the Tiger and the Chocos monkey have to do with Star Wars is still a bit obscure in my mind.)
Weirdly, the boys actually faded out before the end of the Con last night, which allowed us a little late night shopping expedition, ended with a quite satisfying foray to a tapas place. Philip put away more tapas than any human being I´ve ever seen.
Today, after NOT having churros y chocolate, I said farwell to my fellow travelers and headed off to Barcelona and the Stitch Store. I was rewarded, after a short train ride and a quick whirl through the metro, with a rather capacious bag of Euro Stitch. Northwest airlines is already fuming.
Now siesta is almost over, so I need to get my buns over to the Con before my husband fears I´ve decided to take up residence in Barcelona. La manana, todos.
