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Wake up calls for the absurd
Feb. 20th, 2002 04:21 amTuesday morning dawned very early for everyone in the hotel--whether they wanted it to or not.
At 7am, I lay in bed pondering getting up, or lazing in until 8--when I had to be up to finish packing, and get down to the lobby for breakfast at 8:30 (shuttle at 10, airport at 11, flight at 2. I believe in planning ahead). The sun was shining through a crack in the curtains, and I was blissfully unaware of the activities going on in the parking lot below our 2nd story window.
I was soon to find them out.
Down the corridor, I could hear pounding on doors. My first thought was that it was someone locked from their room. As it continued, though, I realised it was getting closer.
The second thought was that it was fans. I find this one quite probable--maybe they were running round videoing people in their nighties, or something. I dunno, those fanboys are weird. Anything is possible (we had a fucking LAN in our hotel room).
It wasn't until they entered the adjoining room, and a flashlight was shone through the connecting door very quickly (before it was pulled shut again) that I realised this was more than just some stupid fan pranks.
*boom* *boom* "Police officer!"
"Just a second!"
Good thing I was sharing a room. I was actually sleeping with clothing on, and therefore perfectly decent to answer the door to the nice police officer, who asked me and my roomate to step outside.
The SWAT guys swept the room quickly, guns ready, helmets on.... It was the most bizarre sight. And I had no clue why they were doing it. Were they after us because we had booze? Or--scary thought--had the LAN caught someone's attention that it shouldn't have???
I mean, they'd knocked on Thete's door, he was catecorner to us, and Ryss and Tom were next door. Maybe they'd already pulled in Nate as the Ringleader, with Random as his gun moll.... The possiblities were endless.
They let us go back in, and we sort of milled about for a bit, checking we were fine and such. I snugged Ryss, 'cause *I* needed a hug.
And didn't go back to bed. Instead I got dressed, then made sure I was packed completely--swiping the sour apple puckers since Ash couldn't fit ALL of the leftover booze into his suitcase...
Down in the lobby later, we found that there had apparently been an armed robbery somewhere, and the suspects were tracked to the Airtel. No clue on whether they were caught. But they had the hotel completely surrounded and blocked off from everything.
Freaky, man.
......
So. Yeah. I'm alive. And home. Not quite depressed, but still sad. There's a mellow feeling of, "I want to go back"
But I can't, because only Shaun is there, and though he's a lovely man, he isn't Ryssa, Tom, Thete, Mossy, Ash, Niki, Eva, IanMc, Dave, Rich, Nate, Random, Lee, Treacle (heaven forfend), Felicity, Jack, Dave Stone, Kyri (*sniffle* and she wasn't even there. Waaaa), TomFODW, Shel, David Howe, or a few others.
Sigh. We need a year-round commune type thing.
Bed soon. Have a test in 7 hours.
Still sick.
At 7am, I lay in bed pondering getting up, or lazing in until 8--when I had to be up to finish packing, and get down to the lobby for breakfast at 8:30 (shuttle at 10, airport at 11, flight at 2. I believe in planning ahead). The sun was shining through a crack in the curtains, and I was blissfully unaware of the activities going on in the parking lot below our 2nd story window.
I was soon to find them out.
Down the corridor, I could hear pounding on doors. My first thought was that it was someone locked from their room. As it continued, though, I realised it was getting closer.
The second thought was that it was fans. I find this one quite probable--maybe they were running round videoing people in their nighties, or something. I dunno, those fanboys are weird. Anything is possible (we had a fucking LAN in our hotel room).
It wasn't until they entered the adjoining room, and a flashlight was shone through the connecting door very quickly (before it was pulled shut again) that I realised this was more than just some stupid fan pranks.
*boom* *boom* "Police officer!"
"Just a second!"
Good thing I was sharing a room. I was actually sleeping with clothing on, and therefore perfectly decent to answer the door to the nice police officer, who asked me and my roomate to step outside.
The SWAT guys swept the room quickly, guns ready, helmets on.... It was the most bizarre sight. And I had no clue why they were doing it. Were they after us because we had booze? Or--scary thought--had the LAN caught someone's attention that it shouldn't have???
I mean, they'd knocked on Thete's door, he was catecorner to us, and Ryss and Tom were next door. Maybe they'd already pulled in Nate as the Ringleader, with Random as his gun moll.... The possiblities were endless.
They let us go back in, and we sort of milled about for a bit, checking we were fine and such. I snugged Ryss, 'cause *I* needed a hug.
And didn't go back to bed. Instead I got dressed, then made sure I was packed completely--swiping the sour apple puckers since Ash couldn't fit ALL of the leftover booze into his suitcase...
Down in the lobby later, we found that there had apparently been an armed robbery somewhere, and the suspects were tracked to the Airtel. No clue on whether they were caught. But they had the hotel completely surrounded and blocked off from everything.
Freaky, man.
......
So. Yeah. I'm alive. And home. Not quite depressed, but still sad. There's a mellow feeling of, "I want to go back"
But I can't, because only Shaun is there, and though he's a lovely man, he isn't Ryssa, Tom, Thete, Mossy, Ash, Niki, Eva, IanMc, Dave, Rich, Nate, Random, Lee, Treacle (heaven forfend), Felicity, Jack, Dave Stone, Kyri (*sniffle* and she wasn't even there. Waaaa), TomFODW, Shel, David Howe, or a few others.
Sigh. We need a year-round commune type thing.
Bed soon. Have a test in 7 hours.
Still sick.
