Ask me how the convention is going.
How is the convention?

Well, I went down to the hotel, where it was supposed to be. I waited in the lobby, like they said. I waited from 1-3:30. Nothing. Not a soul. So I left. I walked down to Times Square and decided I'd try and get something to eat before I go home.

Stressed and fed up, this sketch artist asked if he could draw me, so I went for it. At least then I could block crap out of my mind. a few minutes into it, it starts raining so we had to find a sheltered place to draw. People started crwding around, wanting to see his work. In the end, I'll say goss could've done better. Will you draw me? Huh? :p

I took the Q train all the way back home. This guy started howling opera out the train car and just before i arrived my stop, these guys played Cajun music. I took the bus to get to my house and no one was home. Meaning I couldn't get in. So I waited in the rain for as long as possible. Then I went to the takeout place and had myself a Pu Pu Platter. Went back to my house. Still no one there so I hung out with my neighbor, Jimmy. We watched cable and his daughter came over later. Finally my folks came home and here I am.

I'm never going to waste my money on a convention again. Not going tommorrow, not going any other day. Unless it's scheduled with an official website and everything is handled in a better way, I'm not going. To go through all this crap, to go to a convention that wouldn't even have MR? No thank you.

I could've been home, reading a book, playing a video game, or doing absolutely nothing. I still would've had more fun. Did I mention that my train stop was ten blocks off? Just loverly. I hate parties.

I hate parties. I want that put on my tombstone..along with the pepperoni and sausage.