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Bound For Home - Part Two
9 months ago
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Midwest FurFest is done, and from here on its all non-furry stuff, a vacation extension visiting my family in Kentucky for nine days.
December Ninth To Nineteenth: Kentucky Is A Magical State
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It'd been two years since I last visited my parents at this house and it sure doesn't feel like it, probably because we talk on the phone together a lot so there's never a long period where we're out of touch.
I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't a bit apprehensive about my visit though, because lately in the past couple of months my mother has become excessively "clingy" to me, the phone calls coming with her breaking down emotionally because she says she misses me and that she loves me and just wants to hear my voice because it cheers her up. I get it, I do, but to me it really feels like she's fixated on me and I don't want to be a focal point like that. And then spending nine days there, well...I'm not entirely sure what it is that I'm wandering into. It really feels like this visit isn't so much something I planned, but something that I'm sort of obligated to do.
The flight was interesting because you knew there were going to be furries on board departing immediately after the con, and sure enough that was the case. The baggage claim had one standing by holding his fursuit head in hand but I never approached to ask his name as he gathered up his bag and left.
And then I got picked up and it was the hour drive to Raywick where my parents live.
Now, I was told ahead of time that my mother had planned some surprises for me, but kept me in the dark as to what they were. All I knew is that immediately after my arrival on Monday, by Wednesday we were taking off and going somewhere else for a few nights elsewhere thanks to my stepdad being a disabled veteran and being able to stay for free in accommodations for two nights in any national park twice a year.
This was surely an interesting prospect, because I only brought one large bag, so then further breaking down my belongings into a grocery bag with just enough to last two nights was...sure different!
So with only a day and a half at most of acclimating to their house, Wednesday we packed up for a roadtrip further south to Corbin close to the border with Tennessee, and heading into the mountains; the destination was the Cumberland Falls State Park and the cabins, which we had booked a two bed, two bath cabin for two nights.
December Eleventh To Thirteenth: Cumberland Falls
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I really did fall in love with this place the moment we stepped inside.
Turns out by sheer chance we got cabin 508, which was one of two that were decorated for Christmas with an artificial tree, string lights, and little candle lights in each of the windows.
Man, you could live here for easily five days and never be cramped for space. Upon entry you're in the common room which has a working fireplace, seating, and is open into the dining seating area. Further in is the dining set, and if you turned right you'd be heading into a completely stocked kitchen with all the utensils you'd need to cook things in the cabin. Behind the dining set is a back door to a porch looking out into the woods.
From the entry door, turn left and you'd be heading towards the first bathroom, with a two bed room beside it.
From the entry door, turn right and cross the common room and you'd be entering the other two bed room, and having to turn into its adjoining bathroom.
The size of this cabin is just comfortable, all around. Every room is just generously sized, you're not feeling like you're closed in for space, the wooden paneling on the wall is warming, you have your own showers and toilets instead of a common community facility. Just...wow this was such a cozy place to be and just...melt away hours. You even have wireless internet access provided for free so you aren't even isolated if you don't want to be.
We didn't necessarily bring any food stock to cook in the cabin, we'd planned on eating breakfast at the lodge up the road for the two mornings we'd be there, and head elsewhere for food out of the park. And driving down into Corbin, it started to snow, not enough to really stick or accumulate, but still, it was flurries falling from the sky as we ducked into an all-you-can-eat barbecue buffet, which was damned delicious.
Nature had a welcoming surprise on the return trip up the mountain for while it had stopped snowing down in the valley, it was still flurrying up in the higher elevations and it definitely made for a slow trip back to the cabin where it just made the atmosphere just all that much more special that we were out here, as a family, in a cabin decorated for Christmas as the snow was coming down.
Truly, this is something I won't be forgetting soon.
The following day had us starting with breakfast in the lodge, which is included for free with your stay and is advertised as a "continental breakfast". Now that to me implies a few things that its going to be rather lackluster and just enough to get you by, but oh fuck no that wasn't the case with this place. You order whatever you wish from the menu, and not knowing anything I ordered a waffle stack, thinking it'd just be one waffle. No, it was TWO waffles as big as dinner plates, along with the breakfast bowl that I'd ordered, and I wouldn't need to eat anything the rest of the freaking day.
Being in the off season of winter up here, it was also extremely weird because the dining room was just empty. Both mornings we stopped in for breakfast the place is deserted with no one else in this giant room.
Driving back into Corbin, my parents had a few surprises of things to see here. One of which was the very first Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant which is still an operating place as well as an attached museum dedicated to its founder. I'm not really all that invested in Kentucky Fried Chicken, and hell, even though I'm in the state of Kentucky you just kind of forget that its the state where its named after, but it sure was interesting being in the original place where it began.
Then the second surprise.
My parents know that I like railroad artifacts, so when we turned down Depot Road and started passing an antique parked steam engine and a disused depot building that's honestly where I thought we were headed. Okay, not...genuinely a surprise but I'd take it. Only to then be really surprised when we went two small blocks away to visit the Pinball Museum Of Corbin.
Oh hell yes I can absolutely get behind this.
The first thing that I see when in the door is a machine that made my eyes pop wide, a SlugFest machine. Dude I remember this machine from the bowling alley arcade when it had a baseball card dispenser attached to it so depending on what you scored it'd give you baseball cards! I loved playing this thing back then!
But of course the highlight was the vast array of pins on one side of the room. Pay one admission, and everything is set to freeplay for as long as you can take it.
And my god man, let me tell you three hours just flew by slamming my hands against the sides of cabinets and relishing in the sounds that these machines make. Even got my sister hooked on a reproduction of Cactus Canyon so she was always gravitating towards that to give it another spin.
I took two fantastic memories away from this place.
I put easily a half dozen games on Jurassic Park attempting to get CHAOS Multiball and I finally got it. I was popping off and going ham on the thing with its four ball multiball and by the time I'd finished with it, I got to etch my name in the leaderboard as the CHAOS Multiball Champion of that machine. And then on Cactus Canyon I dropped the four Bad Guy popup targets to trigger Showdown Multiball and started slamming Bad Guys like crazy. I got my initials on this machine as the Showdown Champion for scoring sixteen targets.
It was a pizza dinner at Mellow Mushroom in Somerset, back to the cabin, and then Friday came all too soon to pack up and leave out of the cabin. Another breakfast at the lodge, and then down the road to actually see these Cumberland Falls that the place is named after.
The magic of the Cumberland Falls is that they form a horseshoe shape like Niagara does, though not as high. The Cumberland River going over the falls to create a sheer sheet of water that under certain circumstances at night creates a Moonbow and these are the only falls in the hemisphere that do this. The viewing platforms down the riverbank offer terrific views, and its just awe-inspiring watching this natural force at work as water flows through a gorge of sheer vertical rock walls downstream.
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I'd have a bit of a depressive episode on Friday night finding out that through all this joy and stuff that we'd just been doing, my sister had lost her job as a nurse just one week before I'd arrive.
No one ever had told me about this. The only hint that I had gotten was that she was becoming more and more disinterested in being a nurse profession, and then over the phone her job told her that she was no longer employed.
Really, I don't know what to say to that to follow it up. My sister was the only employed member of my family. My stepdad is military disabled. My mother is retired. I really honestly don't know how things are going to work over there but I sure hope they hold it together or she figures out something... :/
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By now, my trip is drawing to a close.
In the peace and tranquility of Kentucky I actually pulled out my sketchbook and worked on a furry drawing as a piece of giftart for
gigian654321 Gigian and his character "Bless", which can be seen here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57764863/ .
There's a lot that I love about this character. I'm a sucker for Chimeras, I love 'taurs, I love multiple heads, and the whole characters appearance gave me a hint of something like religious corruption of a sermon leader given that the upper half is an anthro goat, there's those tapestries draped between her lions heads, she's a fire mage, and her name is 'Bless'.
And so, over the course of three days, I got to work drawing her, and damn do I have to say I'm exceptionally pleased with the end result. Had to ask Gigian for details on what exactly the Naga snaketails looked like because they're annoyingly hidden from view behind the wings, and in my art I purposely posed everything in such a way that they're fully visible and all traits of this lovely creature are visible.
Sharing it with Gigian, it had the desired effect; he absolutely loved it, its the first giftart of her and that seriously makes me happy that I've gotten to be enough of an artist to do stuff like that for some furs.
After the vacation to Cumberland Falls, things sort of...changed pace. I really started to get restless because looking everywhere around my parents property there's just...stuff. Stuff left half finished or put away in the front yard. Shit just littering the front porch. Boxes left unpacked. I don't live here, but it frustrates me seeing my parents tolerating it. My stepdad is sort of lazy and leaves messes everywhere behind him. My mothers frustrated with it but has given up cleaning up after him and doesn't have the motivation to self start on any projects by herself, and my sister when she did have a job was working frequently and then just coming home and being too weary to consider starting on anything in the house either.
Alright. This is where I excel. I'm in a field of work that demands that shit get fixed if its broken whether you're in the mood for it or not, so I start prodding the problems and saying "Well what's stopping us from just getting it done? If you don't want to do it, I'll do it." and then in just minutes of tidying up things have improved.
And before you know it this room they call the foyer that was cluttered with boxes has the boxes unpacked, allowing the picture frames to get moved around and the room vacuumed. Tools and objects that should be in the shop are boxed and consolidated in some of the emptied boxes we just created.
My stepdad gets finally motivated to address my sisters want of swapping out the medicine cabinet and light fixture in her bathroom.
Hardware kits get brought out and I'm helping affix shelves to the walls of my sisters library so she can put knickknack objects on them. Punching hooks and nails into the walls so my mother can put those framed pictures up that have been laying around for months. Getting to a frame shop to replace glass in two frames.
Moving a wooden structure into the kitchen that's to be their bar for alcohol bottles, freeing up space where they've been stashed in the spice rack.
Mounting an awkward second shelf in a corner cabinet so they have an additional layer for pans.
Gluing spindles back into the chairs of a set that were popping loose.
Clearing off another table so it could be broken down and carried upstairs into the craft room.
Getting an unwanted low sitting cocktail table down from upstairs so it can be sold.
Hanging pictures for my sister in her library.
More shelves in my sisters room, mounting a hook rack to the wall, and mounting her TV to the wall for her gaming consoles.
My last two days at my parents place turned into an utterly wild frenzy of activity of just getting...shit...done. And it really did feel good doing it. Leaving my mark of positivity behind because my time in Kentucky very very rapidly came to an end.
I came into the state fretting my time there wanting it to be over as soon as possible, and I left thinking that my time there wasn't long enough after nine days.
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December Nineteenth: Home
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My travel home was sort of similarly cursed.
Either the slow traffic on the road made the trip to the airport last longer; or we honestly really did leave too late for the journey; or my mother and sister really don't truly know how long it takes to make it to Louisville airport; or a combination of all three, but I missed my fucking flights.
First time in my god damn life I've just flat out missed my flights. I got to the airport too late and the flight had already closed.
I swear we left at 9:00a and they said it'd only take an hour to make it to the airport. Well, I rushed in at 10:50a for a flight that was about to leave at 11:05a and it wasn't happening.
So I had to be rebooked, and the next flight out to Los Angeles was at 2:00p. So I was in Kentucky for another three hours at least, and the second time around, there were very minimal tears shed about going our own ways since we'd already kind of done that the first time.
Really there were worse things that could've happened, but little did I know how this would fuck me over so bad in Los Angeles.
The flight to Dallas Fort Worth? Fine.
The flight to Los Angeles? Fine, special in fact. For some reason the plane was a monster, a huge Boeing 787 with three-by-three-by-three seating across. A plane normally used in international flights being used for a domestic and it was my first time ever being on one. The plane is just so huge that the takeoff doesn't ever feel like the pilot is putting any effort into the work, the plane just floats upwards and lofts into the sky.
Finally at Los Angeles because I missed my initial flights I also missed the shuttle bus home at 5:30p. I'd have to wait for the next one at 7:30p. Thinking about this now after the fact I should've poked my head out there and looked for the earlier bus because there could've been a chance I may have gotten it, I just didn't realize how colossally fucked traffic was around the airport. The time of seven-thirty came and went, and I'm still waiting. Eight-thirty now. Still no van. Finally phone call from the driver that she's here, but it'll "be a while" before she gets to me. Fuck dude, it wasn't until 9:20p at night I got picked up. The van didn't escape the airport until well past 10:00p, and all we had to do was get past three more terminals.
The driver said traffic was bad, but it wasn't until we got out of the airport that I saw HOW bad.
Century Boulevard in? Jammed.
Sepulveda Boulevard in? Jammed.
The upper deck departures? Jammed.
The lower deck arrivals? Jammed.
And none of it was moving, at all.
Once on the freeway, thing were fine, until we were off the freeway because of roadwork and it wasn't until well past 11:00p at this point I'm at the northern end of the shuttle route waiting for an Uber driver, of which there appeared to only be ONE person available and she's driving all the way from Rosamond to come get me.
And I finally finally finally come home at midnight with travels completed for both Midwest FurFest and Kentucky.
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Going forward I need to scan in my seven art pieces in my sketchbooks from MFF. And begin work scanning in my own sketchbook. There's a lot of great arts in here that I really want to share.
--Mozdoc
Midwest FurFest is done, and from here on its all non-furry stuff, a vacation extension visiting my family in Kentucky for nine days.
December Ninth To Nineteenth: Kentucky Is A Magical State
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It'd been two years since I last visited my parents at this house and it sure doesn't feel like it, probably because we talk on the phone together a lot so there's never a long period where we're out of touch.
I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't a bit apprehensive about my visit though, because lately in the past couple of months my mother has become excessively "clingy" to me, the phone calls coming with her breaking down emotionally because she says she misses me and that she loves me and just wants to hear my voice because it cheers her up. I get it, I do, but to me it really feels like she's fixated on me and I don't want to be a focal point like that. And then spending nine days there, well...I'm not entirely sure what it is that I'm wandering into. It really feels like this visit isn't so much something I planned, but something that I'm sort of obligated to do.
The flight was interesting because you knew there were going to be furries on board departing immediately after the con, and sure enough that was the case. The baggage claim had one standing by holding his fursuit head in hand but I never approached to ask his name as he gathered up his bag and left.
And then I got picked up and it was the hour drive to Raywick where my parents live.
Now, I was told ahead of time that my mother had planned some surprises for me, but kept me in the dark as to what they were. All I knew is that immediately after my arrival on Monday, by Wednesday we were taking off and going somewhere else for a few nights elsewhere thanks to my stepdad being a disabled veteran and being able to stay for free in accommodations for two nights in any national park twice a year.
This was surely an interesting prospect, because I only brought one large bag, so then further breaking down my belongings into a grocery bag with just enough to last two nights was...sure different!
So with only a day and a half at most of acclimating to their house, Wednesday we packed up for a roadtrip further south to Corbin close to the border with Tennessee, and heading into the mountains; the destination was the Cumberland Falls State Park and the cabins, which we had booked a two bed, two bath cabin for two nights.
December Eleventh To Thirteenth: Cumberland Falls
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I really did fall in love with this place the moment we stepped inside.
Turns out by sheer chance we got cabin 508, which was one of two that were decorated for Christmas with an artificial tree, string lights, and little candle lights in each of the windows.
Man, you could live here for easily five days and never be cramped for space. Upon entry you're in the common room which has a working fireplace, seating, and is open into the dining seating area. Further in is the dining set, and if you turned right you'd be heading into a completely stocked kitchen with all the utensils you'd need to cook things in the cabin. Behind the dining set is a back door to a porch looking out into the woods.
From the entry door, turn left and you'd be heading towards the first bathroom, with a two bed room beside it.
From the entry door, turn right and cross the common room and you'd be entering the other two bed room, and having to turn into its adjoining bathroom.
The size of this cabin is just comfortable, all around. Every room is just generously sized, you're not feeling like you're closed in for space, the wooden paneling on the wall is warming, you have your own showers and toilets instead of a common community facility. Just...wow this was such a cozy place to be and just...melt away hours. You even have wireless internet access provided for free so you aren't even isolated if you don't want to be.
We didn't necessarily bring any food stock to cook in the cabin, we'd planned on eating breakfast at the lodge up the road for the two mornings we'd be there, and head elsewhere for food out of the park. And driving down into Corbin, it started to snow, not enough to really stick or accumulate, but still, it was flurries falling from the sky as we ducked into an all-you-can-eat barbecue buffet, which was damned delicious.
Nature had a welcoming surprise on the return trip up the mountain for while it had stopped snowing down in the valley, it was still flurrying up in the higher elevations and it definitely made for a slow trip back to the cabin where it just made the atmosphere just all that much more special that we were out here, as a family, in a cabin decorated for Christmas as the snow was coming down.
Truly, this is something I won't be forgetting soon.
The following day had us starting with breakfast in the lodge, which is included for free with your stay and is advertised as a "continental breakfast". Now that to me implies a few things that its going to be rather lackluster and just enough to get you by, but oh fuck no that wasn't the case with this place. You order whatever you wish from the menu, and not knowing anything I ordered a waffle stack, thinking it'd just be one waffle. No, it was TWO waffles as big as dinner plates, along with the breakfast bowl that I'd ordered, and I wouldn't need to eat anything the rest of the freaking day.
Being in the off season of winter up here, it was also extremely weird because the dining room was just empty. Both mornings we stopped in for breakfast the place is deserted with no one else in this giant room.
Driving back into Corbin, my parents had a few surprises of things to see here. One of which was the very first Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant which is still an operating place as well as an attached museum dedicated to its founder. I'm not really all that invested in Kentucky Fried Chicken, and hell, even though I'm in the state of Kentucky you just kind of forget that its the state where its named after, but it sure was interesting being in the original place where it began.
Then the second surprise.
My parents know that I like railroad artifacts, so when we turned down Depot Road and started passing an antique parked steam engine and a disused depot building that's honestly where I thought we were headed. Okay, not...genuinely a surprise but I'd take it. Only to then be really surprised when we went two small blocks away to visit the Pinball Museum Of Corbin.
Oh hell yes I can absolutely get behind this.
The first thing that I see when in the door is a machine that made my eyes pop wide, a SlugFest machine. Dude I remember this machine from the bowling alley arcade when it had a baseball card dispenser attached to it so depending on what you scored it'd give you baseball cards! I loved playing this thing back then!
But of course the highlight was the vast array of pins on one side of the room. Pay one admission, and everything is set to freeplay for as long as you can take it.
And my god man, let me tell you three hours just flew by slamming my hands against the sides of cabinets and relishing in the sounds that these machines make. Even got my sister hooked on a reproduction of Cactus Canyon so she was always gravitating towards that to give it another spin.
I took two fantastic memories away from this place.
I put easily a half dozen games on Jurassic Park attempting to get CHAOS Multiball and I finally got it. I was popping off and going ham on the thing with its four ball multiball and by the time I'd finished with it, I got to etch my name in the leaderboard as the CHAOS Multiball Champion of that machine. And then on Cactus Canyon I dropped the four Bad Guy popup targets to trigger Showdown Multiball and started slamming Bad Guys like crazy. I got my initials on this machine as the Showdown Champion for scoring sixteen targets.
It was a pizza dinner at Mellow Mushroom in Somerset, back to the cabin, and then Friday came all too soon to pack up and leave out of the cabin. Another breakfast at the lodge, and then down the road to actually see these Cumberland Falls that the place is named after.
The magic of the Cumberland Falls is that they form a horseshoe shape like Niagara does, though not as high. The Cumberland River going over the falls to create a sheer sheet of water that under certain circumstances at night creates a Moonbow and these are the only falls in the hemisphere that do this. The viewing platforms down the riverbank offer terrific views, and its just awe-inspiring watching this natural force at work as water flows through a gorge of sheer vertical rock walls downstream.
-
I'd have a bit of a depressive episode on Friday night finding out that through all this joy and stuff that we'd just been doing, my sister had lost her job as a nurse just one week before I'd arrive.
No one ever had told me about this. The only hint that I had gotten was that she was becoming more and more disinterested in being a nurse profession, and then over the phone her job told her that she was no longer employed.
Really, I don't know what to say to that to follow it up. My sister was the only employed member of my family. My stepdad is military disabled. My mother is retired. I really honestly don't know how things are going to work over there but I sure hope they hold it together or she figures out something... :/
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By now, my trip is drawing to a close.
In the peace and tranquility of Kentucky I actually pulled out my sketchbook and worked on a furry drawing as a piece of giftart for
gigian654321 Gigian and his character "Bless", which can be seen here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57764863/ .There's a lot that I love about this character. I'm a sucker for Chimeras, I love 'taurs, I love multiple heads, and the whole characters appearance gave me a hint of something like religious corruption of a sermon leader given that the upper half is an anthro goat, there's those tapestries draped between her lions heads, she's a fire mage, and her name is 'Bless'.
And so, over the course of three days, I got to work drawing her, and damn do I have to say I'm exceptionally pleased with the end result. Had to ask Gigian for details on what exactly the Naga snaketails looked like because they're annoyingly hidden from view behind the wings, and in my art I purposely posed everything in such a way that they're fully visible and all traits of this lovely creature are visible.
Sharing it with Gigian, it had the desired effect; he absolutely loved it, its the first giftart of her and that seriously makes me happy that I've gotten to be enough of an artist to do stuff like that for some furs.
After the vacation to Cumberland Falls, things sort of...changed pace. I really started to get restless because looking everywhere around my parents property there's just...stuff. Stuff left half finished or put away in the front yard. Shit just littering the front porch. Boxes left unpacked. I don't live here, but it frustrates me seeing my parents tolerating it. My stepdad is sort of lazy and leaves messes everywhere behind him. My mothers frustrated with it but has given up cleaning up after him and doesn't have the motivation to self start on any projects by herself, and my sister when she did have a job was working frequently and then just coming home and being too weary to consider starting on anything in the house either.
Alright. This is where I excel. I'm in a field of work that demands that shit get fixed if its broken whether you're in the mood for it or not, so I start prodding the problems and saying "Well what's stopping us from just getting it done? If you don't want to do it, I'll do it." and then in just minutes of tidying up things have improved.
And before you know it this room they call the foyer that was cluttered with boxes has the boxes unpacked, allowing the picture frames to get moved around and the room vacuumed. Tools and objects that should be in the shop are boxed and consolidated in some of the emptied boxes we just created.
My stepdad gets finally motivated to address my sisters want of swapping out the medicine cabinet and light fixture in her bathroom.
Hardware kits get brought out and I'm helping affix shelves to the walls of my sisters library so she can put knickknack objects on them. Punching hooks and nails into the walls so my mother can put those framed pictures up that have been laying around for months. Getting to a frame shop to replace glass in two frames.
Moving a wooden structure into the kitchen that's to be their bar for alcohol bottles, freeing up space where they've been stashed in the spice rack.
Mounting an awkward second shelf in a corner cabinet so they have an additional layer for pans.
Gluing spindles back into the chairs of a set that were popping loose.
Clearing off another table so it could be broken down and carried upstairs into the craft room.
Getting an unwanted low sitting cocktail table down from upstairs so it can be sold.
Hanging pictures for my sister in her library.
More shelves in my sisters room, mounting a hook rack to the wall, and mounting her TV to the wall for her gaming consoles.
My last two days at my parents place turned into an utterly wild frenzy of activity of just getting...shit...done. And it really did feel good doing it. Leaving my mark of positivity behind because my time in Kentucky very very rapidly came to an end.
I came into the state fretting my time there wanting it to be over as soon as possible, and I left thinking that my time there wasn't long enough after nine days.
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December Nineteenth: Home
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My travel home was sort of similarly cursed.
Either the slow traffic on the road made the trip to the airport last longer; or we honestly really did leave too late for the journey; or my mother and sister really don't truly know how long it takes to make it to Louisville airport; or a combination of all three, but I missed my fucking flights.
First time in my god damn life I've just flat out missed my flights. I got to the airport too late and the flight had already closed.
I swear we left at 9:00a and they said it'd only take an hour to make it to the airport. Well, I rushed in at 10:50a for a flight that was about to leave at 11:05a and it wasn't happening.
So I had to be rebooked, and the next flight out to Los Angeles was at 2:00p. So I was in Kentucky for another three hours at least, and the second time around, there were very minimal tears shed about going our own ways since we'd already kind of done that the first time.
Really there were worse things that could've happened, but little did I know how this would fuck me over so bad in Los Angeles.
The flight to Dallas Fort Worth? Fine.
The flight to Los Angeles? Fine, special in fact. For some reason the plane was a monster, a huge Boeing 787 with three-by-three-by-three seating across. A plane normally used in international flights being used for a domestic and it was my first time ever being on one. The plane is just so huge that the takeoff doesn't ever feel like the pilot is putting any effort into the work, the plane just floats upwards and lofts into the sky.
Finally at Los Angeles because I missed my initial flights I also missed the shuttle bus home at 5:30p. I'd have to wait for the next one at 7:30p. Thinking about this now after the fact I should've poked my head out there and looked for the earlier bus because there could've been a chance I may have gotten it, I just didn't realize how colossally fucked traffic was around the airport. The time of seven-thirty came and went, and I'm still waiting. Eight-thirty now. Still no van. Finally phone call from the driver that she's here, but it'll "be a while" before she gets to me. Fuck dude, it wasn't until 9:20p at night I got picked up. The van didn't escape the airport until well past 10:00p, and all we had to do was get past three more terminals.
The driver said traffic was bad, but it wasn't until we got out of the airport that I saw HOW bad.
Century Boulevard in? Jammed.
Sepulveda Boulevard in? Jammed.
The upper deck departures? Jammed.
The lower deck arrivals? Jammed.
And none of it was moving, at all.
Once on the freeway, thing were fine, until we were off the freeway because of roadwork and it wasn't until well past 11:00p at this point I'm at the northern end of the shuttle route waiting for an Uber driver, of which there appeared to only be ONE person available and she's driving all the way from Rosamond to come get me.
And I finally finally finally come home at midnight with travels completed for both Midwest FurFest and Kentucky.
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Going forward I need to scan in my seven art pieces in my sketchbooks from MFF. And begin work scanning in my own sketchbook. There's a lot of great arts in here that I really want to share.
--Mozdoc
three renditions of my Centaurpede form going through a car wash from Sandy Shrieber, Heather Bruton and Diana Stein.
two arts of my Bitchtaur form from Blyzzard and a tablemate named Ziem.
two arts of my Tit Sphinx form from Janus and Hibbary.
Im glad you look forward to these things; to me they're just arts and I never think anyone but me is even interested in what I ponder up for my characters.
--Mozdoc
--Mozdoc