Earlier this week I had a dream about Comic-Con out in San Diego.
Karon and I had shown up to check into our room at the hotel, except the hotel had run out of rooms ages ago. So instead, everyone was being assigned a space on the hotel lobby floor where a sleeping bag was set up for us. And we didn’t even bat an eye, because that level of too-many-people insanity just seemed normal in a show that draws over 100,000 people each day.
And that is why I’m not going to Comic-Con. Sorry.
(Smell some rancid sweat and pay $15 for a bottle of water for me, though!)