Holy Shit, what the frak just happened weekend (part 3)

Since I was about a week from going on my first trip to Boston and PAX, it was time to get started on looking for a place to stay. The flight was no issue, I simply booked with my favorite airline Virgin America. I so happy that they actually fly to Boston because it made my trip that much easier. Though I should say that it was the easiest part of this solo trip.

The next thing I did was go to the PAX forums in which I became a poster and no longer a lurker. There was an ongoing thread for rooms there already, so I simply went to the end. It a thread along the lines of Have a room/Need a room. I posted my information up there about needing a floor to sleep on. Then I proceeded to to PM and email some people through the same thread that had open spots in hopes to reach someone within the day. I also sent emails to the two other people were accepted early on into the merchandise booth.

After getting reply after reply “nope, sorry we're fill but good luck.” I was becoming a bit distraught, to say the least. I almost contemplated buying a hotel room for myself but since I had just downed ~$600 for my flight alone, I wasn't about to down another $600 for a room that I was hardly going to be in and not sharing with anyone else. So I started looking into local hostels that had good ratings. In the end I found Hostell International Boston or HI Boston. The rate was not too shabby for 3 nights, I ended up paying $98 and was sharing a room with 5 other girls, 2 of which were attending PAX (none of this I found out until I actually got there). And it was just down the street from the Hynes Convention Center.

So finally the day had arrived for me to leave. Bur first I had to work a full day and go to a birthday party. Which meant in bed at midnight up at 5am, our of work at 3pm, biked home, took a shower and ran a triple check over everything to make sure I was completely packed. Then it was 4pm, so Sayler had picked me up so that we could go celebrate his 30^th birthday. We were going bowling at the near by Lucky Strike. As soon as we got to the mall, I ran over to Gamestop to pick up the new Pokemon SoulSilver with the Pokewalker. Then it was back to Lucky Strike to wait for everyone to show up.

I started the night by enjoying a very strong Apple-tini, some snacks and then a margarita on the rocks while bowling and chatting. Then 7pm came around and it was time to head to the airport. Dad had picked me up and then dropped me off. I had then started to chat with some people who were from the Boston area and headed back home. I had talked to them about where I was staying and they had let me know that I was going to be in a very good and safe area. I simply thought “phew.” The nervousness was fading and I was no longer worried about where I was staying and traveling by myself.

I did my best to sleep on the plane, since it was a red eye and I was running on very little sleep as it was. As luck would have it, this would be the only time while on a flight that I was not able to find a comfortable place to sleep. I think that I was maybe able to get an hour or two of sleep on the plane in total. Once we had landed we had landed I ended up feeling really sick. I broke out in a in and sweat and started feeling really nauseated. I wonder if this was a reaction to my lack of food and all of the hard alcohol sitting in my stomach from a few hours earlier.

So I took a few moments to sit back and relax, kind of settle my stomach a bit, see if my temperature would drop back to normal. Well that time never passed, so I simply got up and just dealt with it. I had to get a move on sometime and I preferred not to have been wheeled out or helped out of the plane. I thought about getting something for breakfast but simply decided to go on my way to the bus that would take me to the T line. After getting directions, the bus arrived and away we went.

Until next time dear readers, roll all 20s.