Step one - X and I conclude that we're going to Way Out West this year.

Party! Singing! Dancing!

Step two - we spot a trip package allowing us to book everything at once: trip by train, hotel and festival passes.

Step three - call SJ.

Step four - witness SJ fuck everything up.

Now, I'll be lazy since I'm all weird right now having slept a few hours last night ((Due to a server malfunctioning at work and ending up at home 04:30 AM.)), and X has already written about the details here and she does it all more justice than I would.

The fuckers! I feel like David jabbing against Goliath. Still, we got a fair deal even though it ended higher than it should have. I'll gripe as much as I want, thankyouverymuch. Something that should have taken a maximum of ten minutes took hours, like trying to push an elephant through a pinhole. Bastards.

Now, only Way Out West to look forward to. Brilliant.