How sexy is Peter Dinklage? So sexy that just being looked at by him was enough to abort Matt's unborn child.
No, I wasn't really pregnant, but it just timed out so well that Matt and I like this version of the story better. Anyone who knows me (so that's the 3 people who read this), knows that when my oh so beloved monthly friend arrives, I'm done. That's where I found myself last night. With so much Comic Expo goodness still in store for today, Matt and I decided to test out how far I could make it. Considering I'm usually curled up in the fetal position, crying, puking, and begging for death, I held out pretty darn well for most of the morning. By noon, though, I couldn't go on. Matt took me home, but I made him go back without me. The Terminator Spotlight was this evening, the movie series he based his life around, so it was necessary for him to be there. He just came home now, skipping through the door with a camera full of footage of his encounter. So glad he went.
I would have liked to have been there, but at least my must-have (Dinklage) was already taken care of yesterday, plus tomorrow I get to attend the Game of Thrones Spotlight.
I did have one major achievement today. Yesterday I saw someone walking around with Worm. Just one so you never know if it was merchandise or brought-in. Then I found the booth selling it. Given that we really don't need $40 stuffies, I walked away, only to regret it all night long. First thing upon arriving this morning, ran right to the booth. Hardly any of him left, and when people saw me with him, they were gone! But at least I have him now and he is mine. Even though I've had one hell of an afternoon, it's been a day well spent!