So like I said earlier in the week…. er, I mean a couple weeks ago, my trip report about going to Montreal Fetish Weekend!
My story actually starts in 2013, more specifically the Friday before Memorial Day in 2013. That was the I had a double orchiectomy aka having my testicles removed. It didn’t go so well and resulted in a massive infection, a follow-up surgery to correct the first one, and finally a long recovery that involved a large hole in my scrotum. This and Captain_Strange’s concussion caused us to cancel going to Montreal Fetish Weekend 2013. Shortly before MFW 2013 began I emailed Eric Paradis, the promoter of MFW about our problems and asked about how could I go about selling or transferring the tickets. He was super accommodating and offered to carry the amount I paid for tickets forward to 2014. Thank you Eric! United Airlines was less agreeable and told me that since my tickets were non-refundable I would have to pay a $150 reschedule fee (or something) PER TICKET and use the money within one year! Ouch! So instead of Montreal we went to the Fetish Fantasy Halloween Ball a few months later in Las Vegas and another party in Seattle.
My infected scrotum
Now rewind to January this year. In the back of my mind I have this nagging feeling that I need to do something with that airfare credit eventually. So I called United and I found out that I only had a few days left to use the money or it would expire! WTF? It turns out that it wasn’t one year from the scheduled travel, it’s one year from when the tickets were originally purchased. At this point I frantically check the dates for this years Montreal Fetish Weekend and check it against the available flights. (SPOILER: This is the point where things start to go wrong.) I booked a flight that leaves Milwaukee, Wisconsin Wednesday afternoon and then departs Montreal Sunday afternoon. I would have preferred a later flight but I saw that the next flight was Labor Day Monday and about $400 more per ticket then the amount of credit I had available, That and then we would need to book another night of hotel, food, etc. So in the interest of trying to keep the costs under control I committed to what I felt was a less then satisfactory schedule but then I promptly didn’t think about any of this for the next seven months.
I didn’t just forget all about Montreal during this time. I looked at the event on Fetlife a couple of times. Marked down that I was going. At some point I booked a room at the Hotel des Gouverneurs, which is the hotel that the majority of the event is held at. I think around May I marked on the calendar at work that I was going to be gone. But I spent a lot of this summer doing other stuff and researching potential places for us to move to.
Trying on my new latex before Montreal Fetish Weekend.
Fast forward to early August. Now I’m starting to actually think about Montreal but in some sort of detached way, like it’s still a ways off, but at this point it’s only four weeks away. I have a bunch of new pieces to wear from Vex Clothing(link) and I have a few more things on order which SHOULD be done in time. (pic of glove, riding outfit, etc.) At this point I’m feeling rather apprehensive about going to Montreal. The little voice in my head keeps screaming at me that something is wrong, but I mostly write it off as a case of nerves because I have plenty of new latex to wear, booked the flight, the hotel, and we have tickets from last year. That’s everything right?
Trying on my new riding outfit @ Vex Clothing
August continues along, I turned 37 to very little fanfare. Got my hair cut and re-colored from the mess that my previous stylist made of it back in February. We even went to Vex the week before leaving to pick-up the last pieces for the trip. Now I’m in total freak-out mode. I had an order for hoods from Latex Nemesis that won’t be ready in time and I really wanted a hood for the trip. So Laura at Vex turns out hoods for each of us in two days and mails then to us the week of the trip. So now everything should be ok, right? Nope, something is still nagging at me but I can’t figure it out. So what do I do, I finally look at the MFW schedule and the Fetlife group. Oh look, I should buy tickets for the bus to get to the Fetish Photo Convoy. I do this and I get an email from Eric the next day that says something to the effect of glad you’ll be there, but do you have tickets for the actual event?
WHAT?!?! Of course I have tickets, why would I book all this stuff if I didn’t have tickets for the actual event? So I review the emails that Eric and sent back and forth last year. At this point I should point out two things. When I originally email Eric last year about us being unable to attend I had a hole in my scrotum that you could stick your entire thumb into and not touch any flesh. Also I didn’t know that I have dyslexia. I still haven’t been formally diagnosed but it’s pretty obvious I have it. Ask me to point left and watch the confused look on my face as I have to really think about it for two seconds before I accidentally point right and try to play it off my saying I’m pointing at your left.
Back to my story: Upon looking at the nearly year old emails, it states that I have a $200 CREDIT for next year and when I go to purchase tickets send Eric a message so I can get charged the correct amount. OH SHIT, WE DON’T HAVE EVENT TICKETS! Once again Eric comes to the rescue and applied the previous years amount for one ticket and I purchased a second one. All the while kicking myself for not having re-read the emails months ago when I could have bought tickets at half price.
This now brings us to the Monday night before our Wednesday departure. I’m slowly packing my mountains of latex clothes and all the while some thing keeps bugging me. I can’t stop feeling this incredible sense of foreboding like some sort of impending doom is coming. So I start checking over every stupid things like making sure that United Airlines is still flying or that Montreal didn’t have a zombie outbreak. Nope. Then I’m looking at the weekend schedule. Why is the fetish walk 2 PM on Sunday, isn’t that when we’re flying out? Crap, our plane is taking off right at the beginning of the fetish walk! The very thing that alerted me that we didn’t have event tickets is at the same time as our return flight! At this point I’m on the verge of a full melt down. I’ve wanted to go to this event for years and now I get to go only to miss the best part! Frantically I check United’s website for a later flight on Sunday. Nothing. The next flight is Monday morning at 6 AM. At this point I’m in a severe conundrum, if I change the tickets again it’s $150 per ticket change fee. Add in additional meals, possibly an extra night of hotel, and then not much time to recover before I have to go back to work. After talking to a ticketing agent at United, I decide to take a chance and kick this can down the road until Sunday morning. If I change the ticket within 24 hours of the flight, then it’s only a $75 fee per ticket assuming that the airfare is still the same price by then.
Now it’s Wednesday morning, I’m at the point where I’m packing the last minute things like my toiletries and double checking my list. I think my this point I’ve burned myself out by worrying so much I just want this trip to be over! I know, what a horrible way to look at such an amazing event. But I’ve invested myself so emotionally in this and so much has gone wrong and over all it’s been so stressful, that I almost wish I was already done with this vacation.
To be continued in Part 2!