Here There Be Dragons and...Tea?

It be the 2nd day in Lansing! Not officially con-time yet, but rumors had it, the mother-lode Mysti, was already in last night. (Fan-girl squealing) Dare I browse for new fanzines early?

But before that, doing something entirely new. We're driving!

....

Okay, Doc is driving, but Fan-Girl equally as excited and pleased to see beyond the highways of S. Cedar and the double lanes of doom of E. Lansing.

In comes morning...

Okay, we had Cracker Barrel already last night (all hail the biscuits and hash brown casserole!). Should we really go again? Oooh, tempting. (Fan-Girl eyes overstuffed Wubbles and decides against it) But then there's Bob Evan's too. Dilemmas, dilemmas....

Anyway, off to tea! Quickie drive (at least by Californians' standards apparently) and we go over bridges, some suspicious road kill (eww), and to this quaint town, village, place with many trees. Tyme Well Spent.

Hm....

(Fan-Girl and Wubbles both outraged)

Okay, how can a place misplaced our reservation? Nuts. The menu looked interesting too. Tea list looks lovely. Place makes you feel like you climbed in the back window of Austen's place and wasn't run off with a duster but rather was invited to make yourself at home. Decor made it hard for Fan-Girl to channel New Yorker Girl and play outraged client with over-perky hostess. Content oneself with just a scone instead. Mmmmm. Lovely tea despite all that bloody rot. Calm down, Mr. Wubbles. Have a scone.

Back on the road through trees, dirt and road kill. Back to Holiday Inn..

16 hours and counting til MWC. Couple of flyers already. (Wubbles covering eyes at slash posters and the gaping business men from the other con)Firemen on third floor finally gone home. Apparently they had a blast duct-taping fellow fireman into his hotel room. We look tame (and sober) next to them.

(Wubbles is quite amused and wishes he had camera...)

Oh, the yummy-ness that is Bob Evan's. It does mean we have to go to dinner at a normal hour but that's okay. (Wubbles and Fan-Girl stagger back to hotel room with the rest of the gang, fully loaded on mashed potatoes and stuffing...)

Opening the doors soon. The unoffical hour of MWC begins...

Score So Far: 0 fanzines bought, 0 fans brainwashed, 0 workout clothes used, 1000 calories consumed, 5 coffees, 3 hours of sleep, 6 times averted eyes from slash flyers, 1 bag of nachos consumed

Here There Be Dragons and...Tea?

It be the 2nd day in Lansing! Not officially con-time yet, but rumors had it, the mother-lode Mysti, was already in last night. (Fan-girl squealing) Dare I browse for new fanzines early?

But before that, doing something entirely new. We're driving!

....

Okay, Doc is driving, but Fan-Girl equally as excited and pleased to see beyond the highways of S. Cedar and the double lanes of doom of E. Lansing.

In comes morning...

Okay, we had Cracker Barrel already last night (all hail the biscuits and hash brown casserole!). Should we really go again? Oooh, tempting. (Fan-Girl eyes overstuffed Wubbles and decides against it) But then there's Bob Evan's too. Dilemmas, dilemmas....

Anyway, off to tea! Quickie drive (at least by Californians' standards apparently) and we go over bridges, some suspicious road kill (eww), and to this quaint town, village, place with many trees. Tyme Well Spent.

Hm....

(Fan-Girl and Wubbles both outraged)

Okay, how can a place misplaced our reservation? Nuts. The menu looked interesting too. Tea list looks lovely. Place makes you feel like you climbed in the back window of Austen's place and wasn't run off with a duster but rather was invited to make yourself at home. Decor made it hard for Fan-Girl to channel New Yorker Girl and play outraged client with over-perky hostess. Content oneself with just a scone instead. Mmmmm. Lovely tea despite all that bloody rot. Calm down, Mr. Wubbles. Have a scone.

Back on the road through trees, dirt and road kill. Back to Holiday Inn..

16 hours and counting til MWC. Couple of flyers already. (Wubbles covering eyes at slash posters and the gaping business men from the other con)Firemen on third floor finally gone home. Apparently they had a blast duct-taping fellow fireman into his hotel room. We look tame (and sober) next to them.

(Wubbles is quite amused and wishes he had camera...)

Oh, the yummy-ness that is Bob Evan's. It does mean we have to go to dinner at a normal hour but that's okay. (Wubbles and Fan-Girl stagger back to hotel room with the rest of the gang, fully loaded on mashed potatoes and stuffing...)

Opening the doors soon. The unoffical hour of MWC begins...

Score So Far: 0 fanzines bought, 0 fans brainwashed, 0 workout clothes used, 1000 calories consumed, 5 coffees, 3 hours of sleep, 6 times averted eyes from slash flyers, 1 bag of nachos consumed