I'm heading East!!
Let's cut to the chase -- I'm going to the New York City Comic Con this Saturday.
My friends called at 11:00 to drive my ass TWO-AND-A-HALF-HOURS to the only comic shop in PA that still had tickets. We then walked outside, tickets in hand, and gave many "WOO!"s of excitement. I haven't been to a big event in ages, and I'm completely psyched out. Any opportunity that arises where there's even the slightest chance of Wes Craven taking a marker to sign his name on my heaving bosom is an opportunity I have to take.
That aside, I am SCARED SHITLESS of going into New York City. I'm used to big wide open fields filled with corn and cows. My mother has been trying to convince me that people will be trying to shove me in front of moving cars and that homeless people will pee on me as I walk down the street. Thankfully the bus drop-off is only a couple blocks from the center, so I don't have to do anything crazy like take the subway.
Luckily my good buddy Healr is going with me, otherwise I'd be fucked. She's a lot braver than I am. Yesterday was her second day on her new job as an EMT for a center that drives patients to hospital visits. Apparently while they were on the way back, the ambulance driver had a seizure in the middle of the Holland Tunnel and Miss Healr had to take charge of the sitch while they shut the tunnel down for 20 minutes. I'd of just curled up into the fetal position and cried.
Anyway, if you're going, it shouldn't be too hard to spot me should we cross paths. I'll be wearing all black, possibly carrying the worst backpack ever (covered in patches and plush keychains), and maybe I'll wear my goggles if I so feel inclined. I'll also be with a 6'2" Amazoness and a short redhead.
My friends called at 11:00 to drive my ass TWO-AND-A-HALF-HOURS to the only comic shop in PA that still had tickets. We then walked outside, tickets in hand, and gave many "WOO!"s of excitement. I haven't been to a big event in ages, and I'm completely psyched out. Any opportunity that arises where there's even the slightest chance of Wes Craven taking a marker to sign his name on my heaving bosom is an opportunity I have to take.
That aside, I am SCARED SHITLESS of going into New York City. I'm used to big wide open fields filled with corn and cows. My mother has been trying to convince me that people will be trying to shove me in front of moving cars and that homeless people will pee on me as I walk down the street. Thankfully the bus drop-off is only a couple blocks from the center, so I don't have to do anything crazy like take the subway.
Luckily my good buddy Healr is going with me, otherwise I'd be fucked. She's a lot braver than I am. Yesterday was her second day on her new job as an EMT for a center that drives patients to hospital visits. Apparently while they were on the way back, the ambulance driver had a seizure in the middle of the Holland Tunnel and Miss Healr had to take charge of the sitch while they shut the tunnel down for 20 minutes. I'd of just curled up into the fetal position and cried.
Anyway, if you're going, it shouldn't be too hard to spot me should we cross paths. I'll be wearing all black, possibly carrying the worst backpack ever (covered in patches and plush keychains), and maybe I'll wear my goggles if I so feel inclined. I'll also be with a 6'2" Amazoness and a short redhead.
You're lucky! You should do a multi-page article on your experience there. If Matt can do it, so can you!
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Hey, I'll be at Comic Con as well. Hope to spot you and say hi!
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