Trader Vic's was pretty quiet at 6:30-ish when we got there, but by the time Mr. Tibbs and I left at 9 there was no chance of getting to the bar. Thankfully I got my mai tais early so I was set on overly sweet drinks by then. I'm also glad I got my Deadpool t-shirt out of the way early because I have a feeling that I'm going to be sick of him by the end of the weekend. The Deadpool cosplayer I ran into on my way to the Trader Vic's patio made me fist-bump him, and I was pretty much done with Deadpool at that point. I didn't have any celebrity interviews scheduled for this year, but I had plenty of other stuff going on so I thought calling it a night early would be a good idea. That and Mr. Tibbs had to leave Friday morning for his band to play shows in Nashville and Indianapolis. I was also trying to keep ahead of the writing, and get as much done as I could Thursday and Friday night. Last year I got the con crud, and didn't even start writing until the weekend following the con. At the time of this writing I've got 20 or so panels I can't possibly go to, a game show to help with/cover for the site, a podcast to record, and the Needless Things meet-up to attend. I really hope the fact that I've been mainlining Emergen-C and Airborne since Monday will keep me free of con crud. The fact that a lot of this writing took place in the moment or just after, and I'm typing it up and editing it now may mean that I switch back and forth between past and present tense. Sorry about that.
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After wrestling the gang decided to hit "the spot" and I decided to hit the train. Mr. Tibbs was gone, and the cats suck at making their own dinner. Plus my Fireball supply was at home, and I needed a refill. So despite a lot a teasing from drunks I schlepped it on back to the suburbs. The fact that I was spending the night Saturday was sure to provide plenty of entertainment, for you as well as for me. I hope. Since you'll be reading this long after it has happened please don't hold it against me if I spend Saturday night passed out from utter exhaustion. (Obviously I didn't, but I decided to leave in everything I originally wrote rather than go back and make a crap ton of edits to change things. I'll just leave it all in to preserve what I was thinking at the time, or laziness. Whatever).
Beth got her start writing for a site called Movie Criticism for the Retarded (which has been revived as dorkdroppings.com. Check it out sometime), but was pulled out of an early retirement to write for Needless Things. When she isn't writing she plays video games and watches bad horror movies while eagerly awaiting the zombie apocalypse. She may try to save her husband and/or their cats, but luckily hasn't had to make those tough decisions yet.