Pennsylvania June 4th Gathering
By Sarah E. Jones
A.K.A Chiaojones
June 3rd
Jimmie and I had to clean a couple apartments before we left for the airport. When we finished, we found the carpet cleaning crew, and waited for our boss, Lance. (REMIND ME to get a picture of HIM! He is the exact picture of Brandon in thirty years!) .
Lance thought it would be nice to bring us chinese food, complete with fortune cookies. We had a nice time, joking and laughing, with them all wishing me luck on my trip. It came time to open the fortune cookies, and Jimmi went first. His fortune: You have an unusually magnetic personality. On the backside: Learn Chinese: AIRPLANE (i forget the translation). .
I told Jimmie that he'd better not set off the metal detectors with that "magnetic personality" of his. We stopped by Walgreens to pick up toothpaste and a camera. (Free film for me, yay!) Jimmie proceeded to set off the alarms twice while we were there. .
Luckily, at the airport, he made sure to take off his watch, which seemed to be the problem. We got screened many times, seeing as how we were practically the only people there. The screeners were very cheerful. "Congratulations! You have been chosen from all these candidates to be our special screened passengers for this evening!". .
The flights were uneventful, but I was so nervous thinking of what was coming next. After a layover in Detroit, we arrived in State College in Pennsylvania. I knew Brandon had reached Boop the night before, so he was there as well to pick us up. The flight we had just been on was an hour, but they didn't turn off the fasten-seat-belt sign. I was very urgent in my bathroom need. We exited the gate, and I looked ahead and immediately recognized Boop and Brandon. (I did a double-take, though... Apparently cameras add pounds, they were both much thinner than I imagined).. .
I did a quick hello, then ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. They thought that was pretty funny, I'm sure. Boop asked if we just wanted to go to the hotel, or if we wanted to sit and talk first. I think I said "sit and talk!" before she could finish her sentence. She took us to a restaurant, where we did, actually and indeed sit and talk, believe it or not. Every time I decided on something to eat, before I could say it out loud, Brandon would order the exact same thing. He did that the entire weekend, and I had to keep changing my mind in order to avoid eating the same things as him. We drove around, not really wanting to end the evening, checking out a couple places that were all closed. We finally decided to just find a hotel. The "leaky cauldron" that everyone else was staying at had no vacancy, so we went to a different hotel. We had Jimmie run in to see what the price was while Boop, Brandon and I stayed behind. . .
Jimmie took an awfully long amount of time, so I sent Brandon in to see what was wrong. He couldn't get in because the doors were locked (who the heck locks a hotel door?) so he came back to the car. I had decided that this hotel wasn't really the one we'd like, so I went to bring Jimmie back. Some people were leaving at that exact time, so I was able to slip in fast to see what was taking Jimmie so long. Apparently, the hotel desk clerk (a very effeminate man, might I add...) had agreed with Jimmie that the prices for the hotel were too high, and was proceeding to give him the prices of all their competitors so that Jimmie would have the best price.
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I dragged Jimmie away from his admirer, (Jimmie was so clueless... Just ask Boop or Brandon, the simplest things go right over his head) and back to the car. We finally decided just to stay at the Hilton, where Brandon had been staying. He had the first room on the first floor, and we ended up with the longest imaginable walk to ours. We tried to sleep, (Jimmie was snoring within a minute of laying down) but I just layed there, excited and nervous, unable to sleep.. .
