Originally posted by renderman On the otherhand it was sad because we (unintentionally) screwed up their reception (they left quickly) and some con-goers were being less than nice; 'Congratulations, Can I fuck the bride?'
they did have a lot of shit to deal with at DC7.. I remember riding the bellhop carts.. and someone driving the room-service trike into the pool.... heh.... good times :)
If I had a nickle for every time someone offered me ten cents to keep my two cents to myself... I would be a rich man.
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