I want to go to one just to see the sights.
I want to go to one just to see the sights.
Same here. I'd like to go just to see the "Freak Show". I think it should be a good time.
I went to a Hair Dresser's Convention in Chicago about 15 years ago with a girl I was dating at the time. Wow! That was a world of weird for sure. I honestly had a fantastic time there. Some of those multi colored hair gals in short dresses were a blast. We rode the train up there. I highly recommend that Party Train to the Windy.
Were they actual, XX-havin' girls?
I want to go to one just to see the sights.
I might've kept going if I still worked downtown with a private garage...
It's just too expensive. Which is ironic, since I mostly just want to go into the overpriced vendor hall.
My wife made a really nice Link costume last time we went... real sword, wooden shield and all.
I want to go to one just to see the sights.
Well that does it, I'm not going. I'll just wait for the pics hereBe prepared to also smell the smells.
Be prepared to also smell the smells.
From the Dragons or all the liberals?
But if you went as Link Hogthrob (or another Muppet, or Link from the Mod Squad), I'd know the character. That doesn't happen often. I do better with old tractors and classic muscle cars.
Well that does it, I'm not going. I'll just wait for the pics here
It's been a few years but I was working an overtime detail for the bar district downtown when GenCon was in town. I began smelling a sickly-sweet-fermented smell like you smell when you walk by a trash can full of beer and soda bottles and cans on a hot day. It kept getting worse and worse, and I moved away from the trash can I was standing by, but that only make it worse. Then I realized the can wasn't the problem.
A woman who resembled the Michelin Man but in a skirt was rolling around in her own copious pile of vomit. This presented a problem, as it was obvious she was unable to attend to herself but she was coated in vomit and I wasn't about to help her up. Enter nerd hero.
A man that I would describe as a zeppelin in a kilt came up to me and (speaking in what I think he thought was a Scottish accent) says something like: Hark, yon constable! I am a Scottish prince and this fair lass (which he said with a straight face, bless his heart) is with our traveling group! I, oh (normal voice for this line) this isn't a real sword, officer...(My response: That's fine, this is a real gun. Carry on.) I shall summon aid and assist the maiden to our inn!
She confirmed she knew them and they were ok to help her. I decided this was a dandy plan.
So another guy that would have put any passenger elevator over it's weight limit if either of the first two were present was "summoned" and they, in a Herculean display of strength, picked up the female vomit fountain, got under each of her arms and helped her down the street to their hotel. Errr, inn.