…but not with a hot spider
CatCon2: Day 4, The Wrap Up
(NOTE: The following is all fictional.)
Another con is in the bag. Today, aside from the “I Hate…” seminar/bitchfest, I wandered the Dealer’s Room, played a few board games, walked The Girls, took Sharon to the airport and generally just relaxed. Grace played in a “Bohnanza” tournament and then played life sized “Kill Dr. Lucky”. We ate a spendid brunch at a place called “Chez Mom’s” and later ate about a trillion calories worth of pie at the “Post Con Cool Down Party”.
We checked out of the hotel this morning so that we could hit the road right after the piefest, which ended at 7:00 pm, Texas time. By 7:30, we were leaving Wilted Springs in our dust. We’ll head up to Amarillo and then shoot home via New Mexico, Arizona and Interstate 5 up the middle of California. We will be going straight thru, minus stops for gas, food and doggie bathroom breaks. In fact, we’ll only stop for food maybe once or twice, since we have lotsa grub on board.
But I won’t be driving all the way…because we have an auto pilot.
Yep, when I had the Magic Bus tricked out, I went for the very latest bleeding edge auto pilot setup I could get. We call him Data and even as I type this he is shooting us down the highway at 75 miles an hour. Later, he’ll bump it up to 90, since he can detect cops up to 25 miles away. Driving almost non-stop, we hope to be home around 11:00 pm, Monday night.
Next year, I hope to be at GenCon, if the economy improves and I can rob a bank or two. But for now, CatCon2 was a blast and if I end up going to DogCon3 next year, well, I won’t mind a bit.
Destination Sign reading when we left Wilted Springs: Down The Rabbit Hole
Destination Sign reading right now: Fortress of Solitude