This is just my review of the Con and what we did and what you probably don't really give a shit about unless you were there with me and hung out with me at some point. You can skip it, if you like. I'm gonna post the pictures later, I swear.
So anyways, Friday morning, I receive phone calls from Adam, Stormy, Jim, Chris, Lissa, Lisa, Rok, and they're all asking me if we've left or if I'm in Georgia yet. Foo, I'm not out of the bathroom, yet. I had to stop pissing just to talk to you, will you leave me alone so I can check my checklist and make sure I forget something halfway down the road and turn around and waste half an hour turning around just to make sure I get my comics signed by Peter David?
GOD!
So we're drivin', and halfway to the Georgia state line, we're passed by a car, a Hyundai I believe, and it's COVERED in Homestar Runner stickers. The driver is wearing a huge fuckin' white afro wig. I look at Kim and tell her, There's no way in
HELL they are
NOT going to DragonCon (would
you dispel that?).
So, we finally get there after fighting Atlanta traffic, which has to be the bane of my existence, and then finding a parking place for the weekend, getting all of our crap out of the car and getting halfway to the hotel before realizing we forgot a bag in the car...
Okay, I gotta interrupt myself. We're going up the back stairs of the Hyatt. We haven't checked in yet, haven't registered yet, none of our roomates are there yet. So, we're not officially "
there" yet, but we're up the stairs and have been on the premises for precisely all of thirteen seconds before...
WHOOSH!!! The first wave of B.O. hits me. Goodness knows who it came from or from which direction, but god damn, it was AWFUL. It's midday on effin' Friday... had you been festering in you own juices in the game room since Thursday morning? That's the ONLY conceivable reason a body could smell that bad so soon.
( Anyways, there's more to my lengthy four day long tale full of vulgarity than smelly non soap users )