We left on Thursday night right after I finished with work. The drive wasn't bad, only about 4 hours to get to Novi. Nigel is the official driver for the summer since I still haven't gotten to renewing my license. We're going to try and get that done at some point this summer if we have enough time in between conventions. I personally love driving so having a license again would be very nice.
On the way to Motor City we stopped for dinner at a Dairy Queen. I didn't get the name of the town but it was around Exit 23 on I-94 in Michigan. We sat down to eat and after looking around a bit I asked Nigel if he thought that the huge family portraits belonged to the owner and his family, at which we both burst out laughing.
We became curious though and ended up asking one of the girls working there if it was indeed the photos of the owner, to which she replied with a shrug that yes, that's what it was. We couldn't contain our glee at the absurdity and pretentiousness of it all. (Now don't get me wrong, we get the appeal of small towns, and knowing all your neighbors and such. However going from being the cool owner of your local DQ to posting 6 ft tall pictures of yourself and your family in your restaurant is a bit of a jump in our humble opinion).
Here are the pictures we took of the offending photos. By the time we left the workers thought we were both hilarious and vastly deranged.
We got to the hotel and basically just went to bed early that night. We had one drink down stairs with the 501 legion and then went back to our room in order to discover the intricaties of sex in an unfamiliar bathroom. Which we wouldn't normally have had to do, but we were sharing the room with Tommy, Dirk and Primo.
The rest of the convention went well. The convention itself was fairly small, but had enough interesting artists to keep things going.
Eric Castrada had a blast hitting on every woman within 5 miles, and I was one of the lucky gals. He was a lot of fun and very nice however, even going out of his way to let us know that he does not indeed smoke while pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, I'm sure he was prepping for a prestidigitation act.
I got to meet Faye and her husband, as well as Art and Jimmy who were all awesome people!
We had dinner with several other artists throughout the week-end, and ended up spending the evening and nights at the hotel bar or in the lobby. Mostly we drank with Greg and Eric, two really awesome teachers who kept us in rum the entire week-end. In exchange they were able to take some very horrendous photos of us.
Here they are with me, and a pic of me and Nigel at the bar:
With Eric
With Greg
Us
By Sunday however we both felt horrible, and Nigel was so sick I sent him to take a nap in the car. Ends up he has strep throat, and I have bronchitis! Yay for summer sickness. We're doing better now, but the few days at the beginning of the week were really tough.
We have to leave tomorrow or Friday morning for Media West Con so we're both hoping to be feeling much better by then.
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