So we went exploring a little bit this evening. We found a nice used bookshop, the kind that's several stories of books, most for only a couple dollars each, all higgeldy-piggledy and yon. Lo, and here are my treasures:
I got several Bradley paperbacks, a few Star Trek novels, a TOS photo-zine, a random 1970s "Witch" zine, and "The Phoenix Trilogy" that I had never heard of but that she deemed as must-read.
Then we went to dinner at Mader's, one of the oldest pubs in the city. It opened in 1902 and was uber-German. I got the pork shank and a black forest cherry cake. Num!!
Afterwards Candy and I walked back to the hotel, randomly discussing superhero movies.
Me: And Thor comes out next summer. Chris Hemsworth in tight shirts! Sign. Me. Up.
Candy: Yeah, you're not shallow at all.
Me: Nope. I have layers. Lots of 'em. (pause) Like an onion really.
Candy: Yeah, totally. There's the Chris layer, the Karl layer, the other Chris layer...
Me: Any resemblance I may have to that statement there is completely accurate.