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Saturday kind of felt like life, the universe, Comic-con, something, was extending me the metaphorical middle finger.
The morning rush and kerfuffle with cars meant Squiddle's Hiccup costume accidentally got left in the car we didn't take. We realized this an hour down the road. An hour of traffic (both directions) which we usually miss because we usually head to San Diego at ass o'clock. Despite Wonderful Husband's offer to turn around to go get it, or to drive back and get it that night, I made the decision to cut our losses. A costume was not going to be worth the extra two (or four) hours of driving. Though it did mean that I didn't get to show cute baby Hiccup to Chris Sanders. Ah well.
After getting to San Diego, we finally got to the convention center around 1pm. We went to the dealer's hall and got some of the Hasbro toys friends wanted ("some" because one item was already sold out, and we had to go back on Sunday to get the third iteration of another item), which were huge, so Wonderful Husband lugged them back to the hotel and checked in. Saturday was full of panels I wanted to attend, so meantime I did that. Or tried to. And discovered strollers aren't allowed in the panel rooms.
One, I'm not comfortable leaving an expensive and very necessary bit of equipment like that out in the hall. Two, unhooking all the baby stuff and taking it in with me takes up two more seats. Three, a ten-month-old cannot be trusted in a folding chair, and if I sat him in my lap, I would become a climbing frame and he would be happy, loud, and distracting to everyone within earshot. IE, the entire room.
So no panels for me.
At least Saturday ended on a high note, meeting up with friends for dinner. And today was better; a good day. We got rained on, which has never happened to us at SDCC before! And I've even got bugs in my brain about a costume or two for next year, should my tiny lord and master allow me sufficient sewing time.
Over the last couple weeks of vacation, I've finished reading four books (the reason I'm still up, rather than in bed!), so I'm now six behind on my book reports for here, but they're going to have to wait one more week. I have lots of prep still to do on the class I'm teaching at Costume College next weekend. So for now, to bed. And tomorrow, to sewing!
The morning rush and kerfuffle with cars meant Squiddle's Hiccup costume accidentally got left in the car we didn't take. We realized this an hour down the road. An hour of traffic (both directions) which we usually miss because we usually head to San Diego at ass o'clock. Despite Wonderful Husband's offer to turn around to go get it, or to drive back and get it that night, I made the decision to cut our losses. A costume was not going to be worth the extra two (or four) hours of driving. Though it did mean that I didn't get to show cute baby Hiccup to Chris Sanders. Ah well.
After getting to San Diego, we finally got to the convention center around 1pm. We went to the dealer's hall and got some of the Hasbro toys friends wanted ("some" because one item was already sold out, and we had to go back on Sunday to get the third iteration of another item), which were huge, so Wonderful Husband lugged them back to the hotel and checked in. Saturday was full of panels I wanted to attend, so meantime I did that. Or tried to. And discovered strollers aren't allowed in the panel rooms.
One, I'm not comfortable leaving an expensive and very necessary bit of equipment like that out in the hall. Two, unhooking all the baby stuff and taking it in with me takes up two more seats. Three, a ten-month-old cannot be trusted in a folding chair, and if I sat him in my lap, I would become a climbing frame and he would be happy, loud, and distracting to everyone within earshot. IE, the entire room.
So no panels for me.
At least Saturday ended on a high note, meeting up with friends for dinner. And today was better; a good day. We got rained on, which has never happened to us at SDCC before! And I've even got bugs in my brain about a costume or two for next year, should my tiny lord and master allow me sufficient sewing time.
Over the last couple weeks of vacation, I've finished reading four books (the reason I'm still up, rather than in bed!), so I'm now six behind on my book reports for here, but they're going to have to wait one more week. I have lots of prep still to do on the class I'm teaching at Costume College next weekend. So for now, to bed. And tomorrow, to sewing!
