MisCon-geniality
It's been a week, & I forget everything; it all bleeds together in my mind, the mind of a madman, the mind of the true Rootboy. Anyway, it was a week ago today tht Trish & I left for MisCon, in Car-girl's batmobile (I know fear & loathing). She picked us up around 11:00 & we got a McBurger at McRonald's for the ride down to Great Falls, to catch the Magic Bus: there is no longer an Invisible bus. Everything was fine from there to Butte, but in Butte when we changed buses Trish & I had to sit in separate seats, & I wound up in front of a thoroughly descoobied Puerto Rican girl who was continually asking people for cell phones so she could threaten whoever on the other end with getting "a cap busted in your ass".
When we arrived at Missoula, we caught the taxi from the bus station to the Traveler's Inn, & being a mite pequish ate at the Taco Time next door. There was a McRonald's next to it, & a 4B's on the opposite side of the street, where the convention center was located. We fell asleep fast after our burritos, & got to Ruby's Inn on time for registration--only to be sen home; it didn't begin until 11:00. We went back to the motel, where the maid was changing our bed & Trish had me give her a buckadingdong tip. Then we went to the 4B's for a brunch, & the thing finally took off--attack of the killer B movies; The Giant Gila Monster was real atomic.
Saturday I attended a couple panels, but mostly we hung out in the Hostility Room until the masquerade. Got some hot pics of Satan, the tattooed girl--lipstick & leather; wear & tear; whiplash, girl-child, in the dark. Now my wife wants a tattoo. OK, so it's hard not to get a hard-on over the girl in the red leather, but that's no excuse to do it. Trish wants to wait until her tax refud though, at least.
Sunday we came home, unaware that the Con was going on an extra day this year. We checked out on time, & took our suitcases to the Hostility Room, where we ate lunch--the bus stopped at a Butte restaurant for supper & we both had chicken fried steak, albeit Trish wasn't able to finish her baked potato. & then we had to split cuz we had no time to waste. Karen nearly missed picking us up in Great Falls as she thought the bus came in earlier. After another 2 hours of driving we picked up the hamster from Amy's office & she's a happy, happy hamster now.
When we arrived at Missoula, we caught the taxi from the bus station to the Traveler's Inn, & being a mite pequish ate at the Taco Time next door. There was a McRonald's next to it, & a 4B's on the opposite side of the street, where the convention center was located. We fell asleep fast after our burritos, & got to Ruby's Inn on time for registration--only to be sen home; it didn't begin until 11:00. We went back to the motel, where the maid was changing our bed & Trish had me give her a buckadingdong tip. Then we went to the 4B's for a brunch, & the thing finally took off--attack of the killer B movies; The Giant Gila Monster was real atomic.
Saturday I attended a couple panels, but mostly we hung out in the Hostility Room until the masquerade. Got some hot pics of Satan, the tattooed girl--lipstick & leather; wear & tear; whiplash, girl-child, in the dark. Now my wife wants a tattoo. OK, so it's hard not to get a hard-on over the girl in the red leather, but that's no excuse to do it. Trish wants to wait until her tax refud though, at least.
Sunday we came home, unaware that the Con was going on an extra day this year. We checked out on time, & took our suitcases to the Hostility Room, where we ate lunch--the bus stopped at a Butte restaurant for supper & we both had chicken fried steak, albeit Trish wasn't able to finish her baked potato. & then we had to split cuz we had no time to waste. Karen nearly missed picking us up in Great Falls as she thought the bus came in earlier. After another 2 hours of driving we picked up the hamster from Amy's office & she's a happy, happy hamster now.
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