The downfall of the dragon

That’s it. No more Dragon*Con. We just can’t afford it. The hotel room we were offered in the host hotel was a whopping $150/night. No way, Jose. Plus, the wings for the costume would have been somewhere around $200. So that’s a no go as well. We’ll just have to do it next year. And now we have a whole year to plan it, so any of you people who want to go to Dragon*Con next year, PLAN FOR IT NOW! *kick*

I’m so sad I’ll be missing James & Oliver Phelps. My love, boys! *cry*

5 Comments

  1. Sean Says:

    Don’t worry, doll. We’ll still find something to do that’s lotsa fun. Clubbing baby seals, for example, or kidnapping and brainwashing a wealthy heiress. Or… scrimshaw. Lotsa ideas, don’t you worry.

  2. Tim Says:

    Aw, I’m sorry to hear of the fall of the con. Well, there’s always next year. Lorenzo Lamas will just have to wait in C-movie limbo ’til then.

  3. Dave Says:

    you and Sean could always come see me. I’m like an hour away….probally shorter if you let sean drive =P

  4. Kimmy Says:

    I say you save your money and come to the Hanson concert wtih me in November. *nods* And that goes for the rest of you that read this too.

    November 16th House of Blues Chicago
    November 17th House of Blues Chicago

    =)

  5. Katie Says:

    No! Don’t do it! HoB shows stink! Stupid Band-Aid hos! And Dave, I’d drive faster than Sean. You obviously don’t know me very well! *sticks tongue out*

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