Dragon*Con Wrap Up

Well, I’d like to say that I’m going to post every picture I have involving every single person I know in a compromising position. I’d like to say that, but I can’t. Everyone needs some skeletons in their closet. I learned two far-reaching life lessons at this convention, the first of which is that absinthe will be good to you at first, but will maul you like a hungry tiger as soon as you turn your back on her. The second is that what happens at Dragon*Con stays at Dragon*Con. I seem to have lost a pair of jeans somewhere. Luckily I know that some nice convention goer found them right next to my dignity on the 10th floor of the Atlanta Marriott.

For all of my new best friends. Yes, the ones that were literally pouring liquor all over all of my crew and I… I would like to say thank you. I would also like to thank our servers at the Vortex for being kind to us after a night of hitting the rum extra hard.

I would like to thank all of the people I was on panels with and even more so the people who came to listen to me ramble in my drunken haze. I suppose you liked me because I’ve been asked to come back.

Furthermore, I would like to thank all of my friends who chase ghosts for a living. Someone has to do it. Ghosts don’t just make documentaries on themselves after all.

I would like to thank the random men and women wandering the halls with what could’ve been strong drink or a deadly combination of household cleansers mixed with Kool-Aide. I took a swig from all of you and what didn’t kill me only made me stronger.

In fact, I would like to thank everyone… everyone except Lou. You’re still on my list.