We Take Ourselves With Us

The Starbucks in our hotel was closed for renovations, meaning I got to trek up the block to Tim Horton's to grab everyone's breakfast.  The line was already forming for the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) single tickets, and I swear it was led by the same two older women whom I saw last year.  We all have our own versions of Fan Expo--some of us wear capes, some of us wear lawn chairs. After we fueled up on Horton's Dark Roast (us) and Birthday Cake TimBits (them), we hit the street.  I t was Force Friday across the Star Wars universe, so Penn  wore his new SW caped t-shirt (thank you, last minute trip to Wal-Mart for all the $10 caped shirts you will see over the next few days) as we set off for FE.  Ned likes his space cowboy dramas with more Whedon, so he went with a Jayne hat and a Browncoats t-shirt (one of last year's FE exclusives!) We got to FE right as it opened on Friday, so the crowds were at a minimum.  Dear reader, you may wish to c...

We were starting Saturday on a bit of a bummer: Karen Gillan had canceled her attendance at FE, so we cancelled our attendance at the Doctor Who event.  We had already seen Matt Smith at the Doctor Who Anniversary , and realized we could take that money and buy NYCB Nutcracker tix with it.  (Well, really, I realized that; I'm still not sure everyone's in on that plan yet.  But, give me time!)   Still, when you wake up and find your Princess Bubblegum temporary tattoo has transferred itself to your hand, you know it's a sign of something ... either that, or I didn't properly wash my face Friday night and slept on my hand.  Six of one; half a dozen of the other. I'm going with "sign of something," so c'mon grab your friends, we'll go to very distant lands" ... which in this case means up a couple blocks to the Convention Center.  Dressed as the cutest Finn and Fiona at FE!   Shepherded by the scruffy guy in the Jayne hat a...