Final day, or the “Holy crap I’m old” edition. I could hardly move this morning as I dragged myself out of bed, but the con must go on, so we packed up our stuff, checked out of the hotel and trudged off to the final day of the convention. Hopefully, I won’t call apart completely by the end of the day, especially since I have a long drive home afterwards. So convention ho!
A Place to Share my Geeky Side With the World. Comics, movies, TV, collecting, you name it, I indulge in it.
Day 2 – Electric Boogaloo.
Serious, I’m getting too old for this shit. As I was talking about with my wife yesterday, my first con, or at least the first one I remember, was San Diego Comicon in 1974, held at the El Cortez Hotel. Her first was SDCC in 1980. We’ve been doing this an absurd amount of time and just being on our feet for as long as these cons run takes a toll a lot faster today than it used to.
But today is the longest and busiest day so we’ll see if we survive.