Nominations for the worst friend/relations ever are in and the candidate is unanimously ME.
In order to get to Gallifrey, I thought I would try to not have to pay for airport parking and not inconvenience my parents or anyone else horrifically. So we concocted this plan to get me down to my aunt’s house, which is close to Pittsburgh, and then to my friend Amy’s house, which is IN Pittsburgh, which is where the airport is, sort of. This required both parties to go a little out of their ways in the mornings on their commutes to work to get me to the next location.
I didn’t give my aunt a concrete arrival time and was stranded in her driveway since she was still on her way home/getting Chinese food for 45 minutes on Valentine’s Day. Did not realize it was Valentine’s and may have ruined a nice evening for my aunt. When I tried to check in for the night, I broke her step-son’s bed.
Was dropped off at my friend Amy’s the next morning, maybe making her late for work, I don’t know. She gave me a key to her place and some beef stew and and a really fabulous dinner and for her trouble, I have not only used a ton of her printer ink because mine had a aneurysm, but left MY FUCKING WALLET in her apartment, so I can’t get on a plane. Which means…
She has to drive back here, and definitely be late for work, so I can get on my re-booked for several hours later flight. All because I wanted to go a Doctor Who convention and see my friends and sell pretty pictures in nice weather while all the people I tried to not inconvenience horribly in the process suffered from my complete lack of competence as a human being. I don’t know why anyone puts up with me.
I should have just driven down here myself and paid for the long-term parking, I am the worst person ever.
Currently using airport wi-fi, trying to figure out how I will ever make this up to anyone.
I’m gonna need an Extravaganza so hard, Jey and Meg. So hard.
Am now getting in around 4, instead of 1.