CHICON
So apparently when I'm around Supernatural fans and drink too much, the evening ends with us all buying tickets to Chicon. Again.
And apparently when we're planning our trip, it turns into "FUCK YEAH, DINOSAURS! OH SHIT, MAGIQUEST IS ON THE WAY? DUDE, I FOUND A MUSEUM FULL OF WEIRD MEDICAL SHIT!" and our trip turns into the sugar-induced happy place of a very strange twelve-year old.
AND THEN WHEN ACTUALLY SHOPPING FOR SUPPLIES, WE END UP WITH ENOUGH BOOZE TO GIVE ALCOHOL POISONING TO A SMALL ARMY, ALONG WITH ENOUGH SUGAR TO POSSIBLY KILL US ALL BEFORE THE CON EVEN STARTS.
I either make the best decisions ever or I should never be allowed to plan anything again. Either way, there's a good chance that I'm going to die this week.
And apparently when we're planning our trip, it turns into "FUCK YEAH, DINOSAURS! OH SHIT, MAGIQUEST IS ON THE WAY? DUDE, I FOUND A MUSEUM FULL OF WEIRD MEDICAL SHIT!" and our trip turns into the sugar-induced happy place of a very strange twelve-year old.
AND THEN WHEN ACTUALLY SHOPPING FOR SUPPLIES, WE END UP WITH ENOUGH BOOZE TO GIVE ALCOHOL POISONING TO A SMALL ARMY, ALONG WITH ENOUGH SUGAR TO POSSIBLY KILL US ALL BEFORE THE CON EVEN STARTS.
I either make the best decisions ever or I should never be allowed to plan anything again. Either way, there's a good chance that I'm going to die this week.