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I need more research help....

I just read that when Elijah was at Mardi Gras, he stayed at the Hilton. Which Hilton? Does anyone know? Perhaps people who were hanging out, watching for him?

Anyone?

Yeah, I know. Spamming today. But I'm cut-tagging, so folks who couldn't care less can skip stuff.

( more about last night's Bacchus parade )

ETA: Need information! Does anyone know definitively if Dom likes chocolate?

So I'd planned to go for a nice walk along the riverfront, shop a little, have some of the breakfast pastry things whose French name I keep forgetting. I got up at nine, lazed a little and checked my email and LJ comments, took a shower, and came back into the main room to find it was dark. As in, bucketing rain down outside so that even I don't want to go out in it. *sigh*

So instead, I think I'll hang around the hotel, watch the rain out the window, and write smut. Oh, and hope desperately that it stops raining before tonight, because I don't know how I'd get to the party in the rain without either ruining my dress or taking a taxi two blocks (which I can't help but feel would be silly).

So, having followed Elijah's float for the last 4-5 blocks of the parade route (attempting to attract him with a prodigious-but-tasteful display of cleavage), I'm back in my hotel room with (hopefully) tons of pictures and a strand of gold Mardi Gras beads thrown by the boy himself!

Okay, I'm better now.

( cut-tagging after the fact for four-letter words past this point )

In less than 72 hours, I'll be in New Orleans.

*wibbles*

The good news is that I've got a dress (a gorgeous purple formal that screams "check out my cleavage") and all the accoutrements that one needs to stalk meet wonderful people.

More good news is that I solved my "formal purses are the size of postage stamps" problem by making my own purse this morning. Yeah, in all the excess time I had this morning, before my flight left for LAX, I went to the fabric store, picked up some silk, velvet, and silken cord, and sewed myself a bag. Because I'm effing insane, that's why.

Ooh, and thinking of Mardi Gras, paging cathexys! Did we have relatively firm plans, or is the jury still out on whether you'll be able to come play with me on Monday? I'll be checking my journal periodically between now and then, so let me know.

And I'm damn near done with Stop, Rewind, (re)Play, too. I've probably got another 2000 words, tops, which I should be able to write tonight or tomorrow, and then ship the whole thing off to laylah_r for beta. As a matter of fact, I'd be writing right now (instead of typing up this LJ post in Word for later transfer to my journal) except that my flight is completely packed and I wouldn't want to give anyone a heart attack if they should happen to read over my shoulder. Because we're at the good Orlijah bits now, where they're reaching for the lube. Finally. Damn them. *g*

And it feels like the plane's descending, which means they're going to tell me to turn my computer off any second, so it's time to save and exit.

Okay, first the fic stuff:

I don't know that I'm going to have Stop, Rewind, (re)Play done by tomorrow. Most people are going to be like, "What? Who the fuck cares?" but I promised libitina that I'd get it done for her birthday and I'm not so sure anymore. Fifty lashes with a wet...Elijah? No, I didn't think I'd get off that easy. Mea culpa. I'm working on it, but I'm a little stressed right now and I'm going to go outside for a calming cigarette as soon as I'm done with this entry.

Next, New Orleans:

When last we left our intrepid heroine, she had discovered that she could not, in fact, afford to go to Mardi Gras for the sole purpose of stalking seeing Dom and Elijah, because she could not get anyone to go with her and share the cost of the (very reasonably priced, considering) hotel room she'd found.

Well, I still can't afford to go, but the fucking travel agency lied to me about the hotel reservation (which was not supposed to charge to my credit card until three days before my arrival, because I was supposed to be able to cancel up to that point with no penalty and after that point by paying for one night's stay), and now the hotel's charged me for one night already and tells me that I have to pay the whole thing, whether or not I show up.

So I have a choice:

Pay $650 I can't really afford to sit at home and think about the fact that I could be in New Orleans, having a blast.
Pay $1200 I can't really afford to actually go to New Orleans and have a blast, and worry about the money later.

Hmmm. I think it all hinges on a couple of phone calls tomorrow, but I'm kind of leaning toward to actually enjoying my tremendous misspending of money. (And I will never trust an unknown travel agency again. Never. Bastards.)