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Last week, I woke up to find my bank account at just shy of $1800. Whoo, tax return (and paycheck) get! :D
$800 of that went toward rent/bills/grocery/Comcast for me and Craig for next month, and about $500 went to ACEN-related things. Like, hotel and cosplay materials and whatnot. Which means that for the rest of this month and the entirety of next, my paychecks are mine. And that's a really good feeling, considering we've been stretched to the wire for the past two months. Especially when we take into account Craig's got money coming in now.
So speaking of ACEN and cosplay, I'm getting excited. All of my costume pieces are anywhere from 50-90% completed. I just gotta sit down and actually finish what I've started. Of course, I've gotta go back out and get more black fabric 'cause I kind of botched the sleeves of the tunic beyond repair and if I want to be able to raise my arms at all, I need to make the shoulders bigger/deeper... It'll be a lot better when I've got my gloves, boots, and wig. All of them should arrive next week-ish (this Saturday, if I'm really lucky).
Meanwhile, we scored bigtime with our hotel. I worried that we'd end up either getting a cheap hotel miles away from the convention center and having to drive there and back every day, or just not getting a hotel at all and driving all the way to O'Hare and back, really cutting into our actual convention time when you consider it's about a two hour drive round-trip. However, a little hunting and a lot of luck netted us a hotel right across from the convention center at the con rate :D :D :D Which means we probably don't have to drive at all during the weekend and can just cross the road in full costume, which means we don't have to worry about parking or anything, and when we're getting tired and want to crash, we don't have to endure another hour car ride relying on coffee as our main fuel source so we don't actually crash...
Also, I spent an hour and a half at the OG today making sure I get that weekend off. It's Mother's Day weekend, which means everyone has to work and nobody wants to be there. I managed to convince them to get the 8th and 9th (Fri/Sat) off and have me close on Sunday evening so I have time to get back from the convention and get cleaned up and whatnot.
...let me repeat that.
I spent an hour and a half at the Olive Garden to get a simple yes or no answer. It's not like it was busy or anything either - I specifically went at 3PMish because it's the deadest part of the day. And I STILL didn't leave that building until I got my answer at 4:40PM.
I love our management. It's so.... scatterbrained.
So I had an epic dream last night where Manfred von Karma was Satan, Ganondorf was his minion, and George Bush was his minion. And the three of them were conspiring against the world to create weapons of mass destruction with otherwise harmless things like Sony Eyetoys, desk lamps, nightlights, and the like.
So with the entire world behind me, we went to crash Bush's "hotel in Naples, Florida", which was on a beautiful beach, which was actually on a floating island above Florida, and right next to their secret military base (also floating in the sky).
So Jesus, moving about in full claymation style, recruited the world in a stealth mission to get all the miscellaneous objects out of von Karma's possession so we could save the world from imminent doom. I remember running through the hotel, trying to get to the top floor all spy-like with this Indian lady as my sidekick. We saw von Karma arguing with this other person in the very top room, an eyetoy in plain sight. Von Karma spotted us, however, and we tried to take the elevator out of there. I don't remember it working.
But I woke up, and fell back asleep, and apparently everything was okay and von Karma was safely behind bars. So who knows what really happened... hmm...
Anyway, Kitty's falling asleep now and I don't want to keep him up longer than he has to, poor baby stood in one place for seven and a half hours ringing up ungrateful jerks. See you when I see you, and I'll be listening to my badass playlist (which I'll write about next time) until then. :3
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