Comic-Con with my Bro. Day 1

We're sitting in the hotel after the first full day of Comic Con and boy, do I have to poop.

I left the computer open, and Dan had typed that while I was in the bathroom.  Not pooping.  Ok, I might have been pooping.  Sue me.  People poop.

Dan and I got back two days ago from an exhausting and exhilarating 5 days in San Diego. I intended to blog as we went along so I wouldn't have to try to remember what happened and when, but that fell by the wayside with nightly exhaustion after hours of walking and over-stimulation. I'll try to describe the trip in as much detail as possible with the fog that is currently surrounding my travel addled mind.

Dan came up on Tuesday night with the family after a giant meal at Maggiano's in Boca, where he lives.  The excitement of the trip got to both of us, and we stayed up a little later than expected for our 5:15am wake up call.  I stumbled into the shower.  We made it to the airport with loads of time to spare. I grabbed Starbucks.  Dan did not eat, as he did not want to have to go boom boom on the plane. We made it to the back of the plane, and in my seat sat an older Asian woman, who insisted that the aisle was her seat.  Not wanting to com-plane (ha), I took the middle seat next to my brother, who immediately fell asleep with his head on a sweatshirt pillow. I was not so lucky. Aisle lady elbowed me. Then threw off her wrap and slapped me with it.  Then, pulls out a tupperware with grilled SALMON, rice, and a baggy full of what looks like carob chips. She proceeds to eat with her hands, lustily sucking the salmon fat off of her chubby fingers while slurping tomato juice that the evil flight attendant handed her.  I'm sure Salmon Lady had a dietary restriction that caused her to bring her own food on the plane.  However, it was gross and annoying. And smelly.

An uneventful second flight dropped us into the beautiful city of San Diego. We got to our room via an airport shuttle, as my brother thought a cabbie would try to bone collect us.  The La Quinta was nice, but we dropped our stuff and immediately got on the shuttle to pick up our badges. Little did we know they would be dropping us off at the WRONG PLACE. We ended up at a smaller site where normal badge pick up was being held so traffic was lessened at the actual convention center. We were told by a kid who looked like he was barely out of puberty to hop on the trolley and it would take us to where we needed to go to pick up our passes. A couple of stops later, and a couple of conversations with a nice gentleman with few teeth who told me he'd heard of PMS Adventures, we were there. We got in a huge line and made our way to the badges. After acquiring our swag bags and PROFESSIONAL badges, we sought food and found it at an Irish pub that Bailee, Lori and I hung out at last year. The food was delicious, and we headed back to check out the exhibition hall.  It was Dan's first time in the great hall of money spending and sites to see, and I enjoyed our tour.   We then headed back to the hotel, via the shuttle, to plot the next day of panels and shenanigans!