It's possible that I just spent the last four days relentlessly Twitter-stalking everyone at San Diego Comic Con. Possible. You can't prove it. What do you mean, when did I shower last? I'm going for an authentic experience here! Gimmie back my Funyuns.
Anyway, coming down off a convention high - even one acquired vicariously through social networking sites - requires a gradual withdrawal. Yesterday's Sweets helped a little, but really, they were just too good. I need a visual sucker punch to knock me back into reality, you know?
And for that final cold blast of reality, this should fit the Bill:
I could probably end there, but frankly, this is too much fun.
First rule of cons: always pick a costume that's size-appropriate:
Second rule of cons: a lone mask does not a costume make.
Third rule of cons: Lace is never intimidating.
See, I told them not to open that ark. [shudder] Blech.
Note from john: The first cake is supposed to be Iron Man. We think. Most likely. Probably. Okay I'm like 63% sure.
Nappy Blob Blob Katelynn!