Holy GISHWHES, Batman!
I thought roasting Barbie and Ken mid-embrace in a pan full of tubers was going to be the craziest and coolest thing I did for the hunt.
Not so.
I'm skipping the second day of the brand new and immensely popular Sherlock Seattle Con to throw in with GISHWHESheans from other teams and drive 150 miles north with 500 popsicle sticks, thread, glue, and no plan. Not one of us know what to expect. Not one of us is unexcited.
Even during last year's hunt, during which I drove around roughly half the state, I could never have predicted something like this.
Vancouver ho!
Not so.
I'm skipping the second day of the brand new and immensely popular Sherlock Seattle Con to throw in with GISHWHESheans from other teams and drive 150 miles north with 500 popsicle sticks, thread, glue, and no plan. Not one of us know what to expect. Not one of us is unexcited.
Even during last year's hunt, during which I drove around roughly half the state, I could never have predicted something like this.
Vancouver ho!