NY Comic Con: Getting There
They say getting there is half the battle, whoever they are. And I think they know what they’re talking about. So, we started our trip to New York City for Comic Con on Friday night after work. It wasn’t a very auspicious beginning, actually, because the glorified crossing guard that mans the x-ray machine at the airport - you know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t pretend you don’t - harshed my mellow by throwing out unopened bottles of water, a tube of toothpaste and my Catwalk Curls Rock Curl Amplifier. I got over everything but that. That bottle was only 4 oz, it was barely used and it costs $16! So I had to be at Comic Con all weekend with crummy, frizzy hair.
Then the plane was one of those little tiny things and we hardly fit side by side in the seats. The seat belt seemed unusually short, too. At first I thought it wasn’t going to fit around me. All I could think of was that we were going to get kicked off the plane cause I didn’t fit in the seat. Talk about losing your appetite.
Of course, that didn’t stop me from eating dinner at Juniors. We split a Something Different (thinly shaved brisket between big, thick, crispy potato pancakes with mushroom gravy and applesauce on the side) and we each had a big bowl of coffee. No, really, it looks like a bowl. So amazingly good.
Reminder: If you care, you should check out my other blog at Watching CW, where I’m also blogging about different Comic Con stuff.
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