I don't care, I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me

Last Saturday, Stace emailed me, burbling about how it was too late now, but she just realized that Comic-Con was the following weekend, and obviously it was too late for me to come now.

I wrote her back and said: Dammit, it is too late.

And that was that. But Stace went ahead and bought herself a ticket. And then proceeded to be very cutely plead-y about my coming. So I thought, well. Why the fuck not?

I have a $300 voucher from Alaska. (I know, but $300 is $300). It's true that adorable pinkminx is here, but her (and Sarah's) other friend is coming up, and I was more than likely going to let them scamper off and do things that young people do. So...why not. What's the point of having resources if you never use them?

Also, Stace kept mentioning that Nathan (*squee*!!) Fillion is going to be there. And omfg I worship him and the rest of the cast of Firefly. Not that I imagine I'd have anything intelligible to say to him. God, he's cute.

So. I thought about it. And somehow, I seem to be going now. It's insane. I leave for San Diego on Friday night. The best ticket I could get has me leaving at 9:15pm and getting into SD at midnight. It's going to be mighty interesting. I'm also taking my Firefly dvds so post-con, we can go back to Stace's and geek out watching the episodes.

Also, it'll be interesting to finally meet Terry Moore. And to see the Narnia Chronicles stuff.

And merhawk and desdenova will both be there, and it'll be awesome if we can hook up with them, too!

Huh. It all happened so fast. And it still seems impossible that I'll be in SD on Friday night. Though I am going to try to standby on an earlier flight.