The Con
Going to my first con ever (without having to work it) after all these years, I really had no idea what to expect.
Looking back. Best moment. Saturday. 2 AM. After a raucous Shock Treatment show where I proudly watched my RKO Army teammates (and really wished I had seen one more in particular up there), a rampant RKO swarm on the dance floor where at times I needed to call upon Quality female assistance (thank you again), and a session of truth in Bill & Dave's room with friends, all very good events, I found myself alone. This was OK, because I knew exactly where to go.
The cats on the beach.
Nothing but the sound of waves breaking in the darkness on the other side of the hill, the cats, and peace.
And if I ever went back to Atlantic City, there would be no reason greater than that.
It doesn't matter to me that that will sound lame to most people. I know that was the best spot and I can prove it if anyone ever went back there again.
Looking back. Best moment. Saturday. 2 AM. After a raucous Shock Treatment show where I proudly watched my RKO Army teammates (and really wished I had seen one more in particular up there), a rampant RKO swarm on the dance floor where at times I needed to call upon Quality female assistance (thank you again), and a session of truth in Bill & Dave's room with friends, all very good events, I found myself alone. This was OK, because I knew exactly where to go.
The cats on the beach.
Nothing but the sound of waves breaking in the darkness on the other side of the hill, the cats, and peace.
And if I ever went back to Atlantic City, there would be no reason greater than that.
It doesn't matter to me that that will sound lame to most people. I know that was the best spot and I can prove it if anyone ever went back there again.