Dear Lord, No
May. 31st, 2013 03:08 pmI made a wrong turn while trying to get to the convention center parking lot and ended up on Stout Street. And while I made a series of right turns (wish I could say that it was going widdershins, but no) it was like I could see into the future in the nearly immobile line that wound all the way around the convention center. A future where I would be sunburned to a beef jerky like texture by the blazing Colorado sun while waiting in line to enter a comic convention while wearing an outfit reminiscent of Dr. Sheldon Cooper. I chose to reject that future and go home to have a frosty ale instead. Which I will quaff shortly and while I am disappointed about not going to the convention I think I made the right choice.
Edited: To be more lyrical.
Edited: To be more lyrical.