Reblog this if you’d hang out with your Tumblr friends if you ever met them in real life.

underthepleiades:

twistedingenue:

REBLOG IF YOU WOULD MEET THEM AT THE AIRPORT GATE AND RUN AT EACH OTHER IN SLOW MOTION, ARMS WIDE OPEN WHILE “AT LAST” PLAYS OVER THE PA SYSTEM

SO TRUE STORY:

Like, 8 years ago, I went out to Washington State to meet a bunch of people from GaiaOnline. We were all pagan-inclined, and we called it ReCon. Because we are dorks. Anyways, we were at the airport, waiting for our friend Deo to show up when we all realized 1) We forgot which flight she was on, 2) her real name and 3) we had a fundamental disagreement as to how to pronounce her handle.

We ended up paging her to the counter by having them page Odin. It worked.

LMFAO, I’m imagining your avatars circa 2006 all around an airport counter.

1. Rad, this reminds me of meeting zine friends and not knowing their real name. Most of the time I would just sitting reading zines in a corner and hope they found me. It usually worked.