MisCon-ception

We had a lot of fun at MisCon over the Memorial Day Weekend, although it started out as a near-fiasco. Thursday morning we ate lunch at home so we could leave at noon; the bus from Griffles to the Invisible Suburb leaves at 2:50. Then Car-girl had to pick up a Jeremy to take him his McLunch, stop at the bank, stop at the gas station, & let another Jeremy drive us crazy to an early grave. When we left Loma a terrible panic attack hit me up until we were halfway to Butte. Then the bus driver arrived late. When we finally arrived the motel complained about Karen's credit card, so we almost didn't get to stay there.

Friday I had a McGriddle for brecchie, & we hung out until registration opened. That night we ate at the 4Bs, then went with the group to the opening of X-Men 3, which was real atomic.

Saturday we slept in real bad 'cause it was late when we finally went to bed, but then I met Bill Warren in the Hostility Room. He's an artist who's interested in looking at my Hog.

Sunday we had a b-b-q. At least it stopped raining long enough to let us eat. It was cool & rainy all weekend.

Then when we left the taxi was late, the bus was late, but we got to Griffles like a rocket-man: on time. Then we had to call Car-girl for a ride, which used up 70 minutes total of our phone card. We had to call her twice 'cause she got lost.

Then yesterday we discovered that Trish might have skin cancer on her teddy bear. She was upset, especially on the phone to her mom, but watching Paycheck cheered her up.