If you're running behind you can read part 1 here and part 2 here.
I didn't sleep well Saturday night, on top of not eating much and staying up too late Saturday, so Sunday morning was not the favorite morning of my life to date.
After a shower and Vitamin Water I was feeling well enough to venture out of the room for food. The elevators were blessedly empty though. I got on an elevator with just one other person! That's pretty unheard of at Dragon Con. Once I got downstairs I realized that the reason the elevators were empty was because the breakfast places were full. I had to be at the Hyatt at 1pm anyway so I grabbed a piece of pizza at the Marriott on the way. I didn't think the Sheraton would have anybody grilling this early otherwise I'd have been all over it.. The pizza wasn't great even at this early hour which kind of made me regret my choice. Let's just move everything I want to see over to the Sheraton next year so I can just stay there the whole time.
|Still so crowded..|
|In case you missed Popeye the Sailor Moon|
I wanted to stay for the Late Night Puppet Slam but I had to catch MARTA, and it only runs so late (and usually slowly) on a Sunday night. Mr Tibbs was also on his way home from his full weekend of gigs, and I wanted to see him for a minute before going to sleep. I also wanted to get home early enough so that I could be up in time to come back down on Monday morning. Fate had other plans though. Upon reaching my car I found that the battery was dead, and I had no cables. I was forced to make Mr. Tibbs hop out of bed to fetch me. It was easier than waiting the 2 to 3 hours it would have taken for roadside assistance to reach me. So instead of one last day at the con I had a morning of buying jumper cables at Wal-Mart, and paying an extra $8 for leaving my car at the MARTA station an extra day. Boo.
Believe it or not I've still got one DC post to go. The recaps may be done, but I'm not. Check back soon for my final thoughts.
Beth got her start writing for a site called Movie Criticism for the Retarded (which has been revived as dorkdroppings.com. Check it out sometime), but was pulled out of an early retirement to write for Needless Things. When she isn't writing she plays video games and watches bad horror movies while eagerly awaiting the zombie apocalypse. She may try to save her husband and/or their cats, but luckily hasn't had to make those tough decisions yet.