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[2.5 days] Silly of us to get this concerned...
Just spilled coffee on myself and acquired a beautiful splotchy burn on my right forearm! I promise I am actually a careful and competent person much of the time.
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tastic and I have been making sporadic plans about how we're going to celebrate Deathly Hallows's release for a few weeks now; it's only been in the last four or five days that they've started becoming wildly contradictory. Are we going to go to the bookstore in costume or out? When we're picking up the ticket which decides our places in the release line, early on Friday morning, how early should we get to the bookstore? How much time are we going to spend at that stupid Barnes & Noble party Friday night, anyway?
Funny story: I've now had two hilariously stupid nightmares not about picking up the book itself, but picking up that ticket to reserve places in line. In the first one I couldn't find parking and had to drive round and round Downtown Suburbia long enough to lose my spot as first in line to a pack of competent people who had successfully parked; then, when I got to the front to pick up my andtastic's ticket, the lady giving them out wouldn't let me pick up tastic's because she wasn't there. I argued with her for a while then begged the people behind me to let me get back in line and not lose my high number and was on the verge of tears when tastic's mother showed up and vouched for her daughter's pre-reserved copy. So we got decent numbers after all (25 and 26), but not without a lot of dream-stress.
Last night I got into a dream-fight with the employees working behind the counter after they screwed up and gave me an invalid ticket my first trip through the line. I doubled back to politely inform them of their error and ask them to exchange my dud ticket (which had a barcode which wouldn't scan-- like these tickets are going to be anything but pieces of paper with a number printed on them and maybe a logo) for a functioning one of the same number. They took my ticket, hid it, then asked me what my number had been to make sure I wasn't trying to cheat my way into a better place in line. "Sixty?" I answered. The teenage guy smirked and informed me that it was sixty five and handed me ticket no. 100 as punishment for trying to cheat. Sensing I wasn't going to win an argument with him and his older female manager, who were obviously harried from dealing with all these crazy fans, I said something loudly sarcastic and purposely got into a shouting match with the two of them. Whereupon they took my #100 ticket away entirely, threw me out, and told me not to bother showing up at midnight for my book.
Maybe I need to calm down. =P
In other disproportionately distressing news,copperbadge posted the other day about how he'd already acquired and read a pirated copy of the book. This makes me a little upset: some stupid internet pirates have taken some of the fun out of the release date and made it unsafe to be on message boards anywhere for the rest of this week.
Time to get back to work, though.
tastic and I have been making sporadic plans about how we're going to celebrate Deathly Hallows's release for a few weeks now; it's only been in the last four or five days that they've started becoming wildly contradictory. Are we going to go to the bookstore in costume or out? When we're picking up the ticket which decides our places in the release line, early on Friday morning, how early should we get to the bookstore? How much time are we going to spend at that stupid Barnes & Noble party Friday night, anyway?Funny story: I've now had two hilariously stupid nightmares not about picking up the book itself, but picking up that ticket to reserve places in line. In the first one I couldn't find parking and had to drive round and round Downtown Suburbia long enough to lose my spot as first in line to a pack of competent people who had successfully parked; then, when I got to the front to pick up my and
tastic's ticket, the lady giving them out wouldn't let me pick up tastic's because she wasn't there. I argued with her for a while then begged the people behind me to let me get back in line and not lose my high number and was on the verge of tears when tastic's mother showed up and vouched for her daughter's pre-reserved copy. So we got decent numbers after all (25 and 26), but not without a lot of dream-stress.Last night I got into a dream-fight with the employees working behind the counter after they screwed up and gave me an invalid ticket my first trip through the line. I doubled back to politely inform them of their error and ask them to exchange my dud ticket (which had a barcode which wouldn't scan-- like these tickets are going to be anything but pieces of paper with a number printed on them and maybe a logo) for a functioning one of the same number. They took my ticket, hid it, then asked me what my number had been to make sure I wasn't trying to cheat my way into a better place in line. "Sixty?" I answered. The teenage guy smirked and informed me that it was sixty five and handed me ticket no. 100 as punishment for trying to cheat. Sensing I wasn't going to win an argument with him and his older female manager, who were obviously harried from dealing with all these crazy fans, I said something loudly sarcastic and purposely got into a shouting match with the two of them. Whereupon they took my #100 ticket away entirely, threw me out, and told me not to bother showing up at midnight for my book.
Maybe I need to calm down. =P
In other disproportionately distressing news,
copperbadge posted the other day about how he'd already acquired and read a pirated copy of the book. This makes me a little upset: some stupid internet pirates have taken some of the fun out of the release date and made it unsafe to be on message boards anywhere for the rest of this week.Time to get back to work, though.