Live from the Moody Cow Booth

August 1st, 2002

As I write this at least as I write this. Chris is alternating between filling me in on his San Diego experience so far while also charming the passerbys.

Oh, did I say say I’d be “flitting” between tables? As Christopher is on the other side of a room (that once was probably a respectable orange grove) from Scott and Steve, its more of a unguided trek with human obstacles. Having hit the convention right from the airport, I am not in a pretty mood. And I’ve gone back and forth about five times since arriving. Really, they should offer a shuttle service between Artist’s Alley and Artist’s Camptown.

But now I’m sitting after successfully rendezvousing with Scott, Ivy, Steve and Chris—not to mention Patrick Farley, an added bonus. And the prospect of food approaches. I actually hope to do more tomorrow than simply arrive.


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