San Diego Comic Con: A Follow-up
Thanks to everyone who commented in answer to yesterday’s question of why I need to go to Comic Con. He read my post, read your comments, and posted a grumbly comment about your collective persuasiveness. Aside from him geeking out just a tiny bit about the mention of the Zombie movie marathon, which he had forgotten about, we didn’t talk about it much.
We emailed back and forth a little this morning (because real social interaction is for weenies) and here is a snippet of the latest email from Ben:
Sigh.
I don’t welcome your observation that I’m close to “giving in” to going to San Diego. But the fact is, you’re correct. The real (unresolved) question is, do we drive or fly?
OMFGBBQBACON I’M GOING TO THE SAN DIEGO COMIC CON!!!!!!!!1111111111111
*getting up to shake my geeky self in tempo with the House techno I’m listening to right now*
Okay, calming down for a second to let the world know that Ben is a manly man who never gives in easily and he is really just doing this for me, because he loves me, and that HE IS MY FAVORITE PERSON ALIVE ON THIS PLANET RIGHT NOW AND FOREVER and we’ll be BFF and *mwah* I love you, sweetie!
Calm just doesn’t seem like an emotion I’m able to write with right now. Sorry.
Let me give you a little insight into the timeline that has led up this glorious moment: I was already past the stage of dropping hints when I first blogged about wanting to go to Comic Con on February 22. This has been a long campaign and I’d like to thank all of my supporters out there who have helped make my dream a reality. If it weren’t for you, I might be… stuck in Utah being horribly grouchy and pouty from July 24-29. Ugh.
And special thanks to my one and only, Ben, who just made my day, month, year, life, etc.
23 Days left until Comic Con… excuse me while I go obsess about planning the trip. (Don’t worry, I’ve had the hotel reserved for a couple months already. Just in case.)
