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And I'm out!
May. 20th, 2004 07:14 pmAll went well. Despite my address not being on the note they needed from the bank and despite my passport not featuring it either and everything being wrong, basically, the guy renting us the van was lenient, and sent us on our way after paying the Eur. 250.-- deposit.
Soon, however, we found ourselves stuck in traffic, and arrived only in Veenendaal after 90 minutes (at least) of driving. There, we ate something at the local gas pump, and then hauled everything down. NoKey fit everything in perfectly, and after everything was there we drove to the trainstation to get my bike, which was still there. Stupid village-folk, not even stealing a nice bike such as mine.
Driving back proved no problem, and I read the story of Xantara (what I have of it so far) to Voltar and NoKey. They both really seemed to enjoy it, even if it's nowhere near finished. We're talking 'oh we still have 50 years ahead of us before the Lands In Exile LARP where you played Xan'. But then again, what's fifty years in the life of an elf? She's been studying basic magic for over 200 years before finally been told that she might be ready to specialize in a specific branch.
Arriving in Rotterdam without making any troubles nor accidents, we awaited for Mr.Finn, Pasje, and Sna to arrive. When they did, the big hauling began.
After everything was back up here, we sat down and slowly caught our breath before I made our reward: PANCAKES!
Around six, I decided that I wanted to start doing stuff already, because face it, I've been waiting for my stuff to make it here for months now, and it's finally happened. I was really sick of having to move aside the junk on NoKey's desk before being able to play Simcity3000, if you know what I mean. It's good having my stuff back here. I've been longing to put my books in their cupboard again, and my larp clothes safe in a dresser in stead of a box.
However, everyone stood up with me, taking it as a cue that they had to leave. "No please, stay, I don't want you to leave!" but they did anyway. NoKey dressed in something much moreaccessible cool, and he started re-assemble the dresser while I moved my junk around to be able to set up my desk.
And here I am, sitting at my faitful desk, writing LJ on my own computer on a crappy-ass monitor in stead of NoKey's great one. But let me tell you something: it sure feels great.
Soon, however, we found ourselves stuck in traffic, and arrived only in Veenendaal after 90 minutes (at least) of driving. There, we ate something at the local gas pump, and then hauled everything down. NoKey fit everything in perfectly, and after everything was there we drove to the trainstation to get my bike, which was still there. Stupid village-folk, not even stealing a nice bike such as mine.
Driving back proved no problem, and I read the story of Xantara (what I have of it so far) to Voltar and NoKey. They both really seemed to enjoy it, even if it's nowhere near finished. We're talking 'oh we still have 50 years ahead of us before the Lands In Exile LARP where you played Xan'. But then again, what's fifty years in the life of an elf? She's been studying basic magic for over 200 years before finally been told that she might be ready to specialize in a specific branch.
Arriving in Rotterdam without making any troubles nor accidents, we awaited for Mr.Finn, Pasje, and Sna to arrive. When they did, the big hauling began.
After everything was back up here, we sat down and slowly caught our breath before I made our reward: PANCAKES!
Around six, I decided that I wanted to start doing stuff already, because face it, I've been waiting for my stuff to make it here for months now, and it's finally happened. I was really sick of having to move aside the junk on NoKey's desk before being able to play Simcity3000, if you know what I mean. It's good having my stuff back here. I've been longing to put my books in their cupboard again, and my larp clothes safe in a dresser in stead of a box.
However, everyone stood up with me, taking it as a cue that they had to leave. "No please, stay, I don't want you to leave!" but they did anyway. NoKey dressed in something much more
And here I am, sitting at my faitful desk, writing LJ on my own computer on a crappy-ass monitor in stead of NoKey's great one. But let me tell you something: it sure feels great.
