Hey, honey. So. My dad has this obsessive taking-charge thing he does every once in a while. After months of me bugging my parents about Terminus, and warning them that the price would increase if they didn't sign the parental permission form and get me registered soon, and telling them they should book flights in advance so we can use frequent flier miles... it finally seems to have sunk in, and my father's attitude is something like, "Why didn't you tell me all this had to be done?" :|

So I finally have flights booked, although I'm not registered yet, and my father, in his must-control-every-variable mood, went ahead and booked a hotel room for you, me, ccharlotte and Bri. I'm just making sure that's cool with you, and your plans haven't changed, and you haven't already booked a room or something, because... yeah. I would have checked with you first, but it was beyond my control. ¬¬ (He was all "Did you know the hotel is offering a special rate and you can share a room with up to three people?" And I was like, "Yes, dad. I've told you that about three billion times.")