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So, I'm actually halfway considering Greyhounding it somewhere. Those who know me well will know that that is a BIG deal. And those who don't know me as well... it's a BIG deal. I'm scared of people. I'm scared of new situations. I'm scared of new places. And this involves all three.
Of course, it helps that my supposed destination is, theoretically, within bailing-out-by-mom distance, if it comes down to that.
Y'see, Comic-Con is gonna be doing its thing in San Diego later on this month. And ever since I heard about the Keen presence that's gonna also be there doing its thing, I've wanted to go. Problem: I can't drive. Which means I hafta find someone willing to take me 100 miles just so I can have some fun. I know Becky'd like to go to the Con, but I don't know if she wants to go as badly as I do. And I don't know if work and parentals and suchlike will let her. Y'know how it is.
Just In Case (tm), I did a little digging. To Greyhound it down there, round-trip, would be $22. Add to that the actual admission to the con, which on Sunday is $15. Not too shabby for... um... one day's amusement. But I'd get to watch cartoons with a cherry-flavored metabunny! I want to watch cartoons with a cherry-flavored metabunny!
Plus this is my slightly-belated version of teenage rebellion, I guess. "Mom, may I bus down to San Diego to hang out with someone I've never met before?" "Um... sure."
Of course, I don't hafta bus if Becky's going. I should probably ask her about that.
Of course, it helps that my supposed destination is, theoretically, within bailing-out-by-mom distance, if it comes down to that.
Y'see, Comic-Con is gonna be doing its thing in San Diego later on this month. And ever since I heard about the Keen presence that's gonna also be there doing its thing, I've wanted to go. Problem: I can't drive. Which means I hafta find someone willing to take me 100 miles just so I can have some fun. I know Becky'd like to go to the Con, but I don't know if she wants to go as badly as I do. And I don't know if work and parentals and suchlike will let her. Y'know how it is.
Just In Case (tm), I did a little digging. To Greyhound it down there, round-trip, would be $22. Add to that the actual admission to the con, which on Sunday is $15. Not too shabby for... um... one day's amusement. But I'd get to watch cartoons with a cherry-flavored metabunny! I want to watch cartoons with a cherry-flavored metabunny!
Plus this is my slightly-belated version of teenage rebellion, I guess. "Mom, may I bus down to San Diego to hang out with someone I've never met before?" "Um... sure."
Of course, I don't hafta bus if Becky's going. I should probably ask her about that.
