Starting off, I didn't like things. Mainy because my father invited himself along, but eh, I'll do what I can.
The trip to the motel that I was staying at for the event was nice, had a lovely mini-pool for soaking and relaxing, but alas, my schedule was too darn busy by the time we got there for me to make use of it. It really did look good.
But moving on, after a bit of a hiccup in getting our rooms situated, it turns out that no, my father did not in fact get his own room, he was staying in mine. By the way, it only had one bed in it. That meant that we'd have to share the bed.
But there wasn't any time for that, because we had to get to the vineyard to meet up with the people I was going to be working with and hammer out a schedule. During this time, a gay man (he stated so himself, but eh, I don't care) sat down at our table (there was little open chairs underneath the presentation tent), and started drinking and talking.
And talking. :bademoticon:
Did I mention that he was yammering up a storm? This increased as he got more drunk.
No wonder his partner left him.
Eventually, I was able to get the schedule for the star party which would happen that night, before the eclipse tomorrow morning. So my father and I headed back (there was a shuttle bus to and from the motel that was set up, very nice), had something to eat, get a little rest in since I knew that we were going to be up late, and then headed up. Unfortunately, there was no shuttle bus at the time and I got there late because I missed a turn, being new to the area, but was still able to ge the telescope set up and started showing people Saturn and other noteworthy things to see.
The problem is that instead of everybody being right there and seeing, they were trickling in, a few here, a few there, over and over and over and over again.
I eventually called it quits by midnight, because I'M TIRED and needed to get up early for preparing things for the eclipse. But remember that single bed? Ayup, shared it. I didn't get hardly any rest, somewhere between 3~4 hours or so. My father asked me if I snored and then promptly started making all sorts of noises during the night.
Sometime before 6am, I called it quits after my father got up again to go to the bathroom, turning on all of the lights, and prepared myself for the day, and packing things up since we werenn't going to stay another night. Wished we did.
Anyway, once more to the vineyard, driving, because we weren't coming back and that went ok, got things set up, a Cornado telescope, specifically made for sun-viewing, and my tablet with which I taped a pair of sunshades to so that I can take a series of pictures of the Moon, slowly covering up the Sun's face.
But wait! Here comes
At least he left us alone for the most part and after showing a few more people what the Sun looks like through a properly-shielded telescope (always have your sun-filter in FRONT of your optical equipment or you'll FRY YOUR EYES OUT!)
So the eclipse happened, and I hardly got any good pictures, oh well, but at least I was able to experience the eclipse for the first time without any damn clouds in the way like it was back in '79! Was pretty neat.
So lunch was served afterwards, bleah, I saw my father's roasted chicken, and it still looked quite red on the inside, but then music started up and it hurt my ears in volume. The music itself was nice, just too darn loud for my tastes. Eventually we headed out and encountered...
There was an estimated 1x10^6 visitors to Oregon for the event, and I started to consider genocide as a 'good idea'. I wanted to avoid I-5 like the plague and instead take the back roads and highways, but it was worse that way. My father nearly lost it when he had diarrhea, but we were able to get him to a bathroom along the way and I was able to refuel as well.
But the cars, they just kept coming and coming and coming, driving me to the point where I just lost it.
I hated people. I hated everyone. I hated being stuck like this. I hated having ever gone on this trip. Everything. When we finally made it back home well after 6pm that evening, I promptly poured myself a big glass of that free booze that I had a coupon for at the vineyard, added a generous splash of 'extra' and guzzled. It eventually knocked me out and I slept the night through.
Instead of going to work today, I called in sick, because I was and am still truly sick of people, and wouldn't be much good to help out stupid people when I'm strangling them.
PS: The one thing that I forgot to mention, and I thought that it was very important at the time was that there was no Corona beer being served. Horrors.