I’m not hatin’, I’m just out of my element
It is 2:19 in the afternoon, and I am still in the white, puffy, San Diego, W Hotel bed (with a light blue comforter). We all woke up at an ungodly early hour, went out for breakfast and dropped the men off at the booth. Nova and I walked back to the hotel. I promptly flopped back in bed and have been there ever since. She was more motivated and went out to run errands and do laundry.
Kevin, wrangled invites for Nova and him to go to a small, private party with Peter Jackson. She was worried because she didn’t want to leave me alone for the night if she couldn’t get an invite for me. I assured her it was okay and then we giggled about how both of us fell asleep during the movie. I’m not a big LOTR fan. I know, I know. Please don’t judge me. In theory, I understand what a great series it was, but in reality, I just wasn’t into it.
“LOTR, it’s not you, it’s me. We can still be friends though, right?”
Comic Con is not my natural habitat. It’s a good thing I blend well where ever I go because if that LOTR info came out, who knows what might happen. I think I’m safe because all those rabid fans are way to busy walking around the convention center in fuzzy ears and tails or superhero costumes to be checking my site.
We saw Stan Lee walking down the hallway while we we’re having a few coctails at a break yesterday. Everyone at the table almost had an orgasm. Although quietly as not to make a scene.
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