Anaheim Hilton became my home away from home from April 10 to 12. 12th floor, Room 312 was my bedroom or rather resting room coz I only slept a max of 6 hours in 2 days. Dining room? A box of Pop Tarts - Smore's to be specific. And I brought me a six pack of Pepsi's caffeine free. So there I was, clad in my "Methos-n2b" garb. Gray sweater with a red Letter "Q" logo *wink*, blue jeans, black boot-like shoes, and my black leather jacket that now has five autographs. These are just some of the emotions I went through in one day. Excitement. The "I-can't-wait-to-meet-ya'll" kind of excitement. The "I'm-gonna-be-seeing-PW-in-RL-Yippee" kind, too. Fear. All the What Ifs came pouring down on me. What if the FLers don't like me? What if I get disappointed? What if I don't get to see PW somehow? What if I do see him and I make a fool out of myself? And I think I did but nevertheless I was a happy fool so that's that. Giddiness. It felt like I was gonna faint every 5 minutes. There was a whole lot of thunking going on. Sorrow. Some people have all the luck but we move on and so there's Contentment. And then the Q&A's started and there were *sighs* and a lot of Thunk-Drool-Thuds. After feeling ups and downs, the slope stayed up and rose. And suddenly you find yourself in Bliss. Anaheim Hilton has become Nirvana.
But I think what floored me was AMAZEMENT. I was amazed of how all these Forumlanders are SO nice. That there were people who actually wanted to meet me. Another type of Amazement bawled me over when I discovered that the cast were a bunch of sweeties, too. **Thanks bunches to GiGi for the FLer badges. They were beautiful!** for the "you know what" at your "you know where" *I'm confused, too* =)
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