I won't trouble you with more boring details of my trip, except to say that it's a LOT more fun to go a-wandering through a big town when your feet don't hurt, and feet feel a LOT better when the conference organizers remember to provide some sort of padding on showroom floors.
Oh, and raw horse meat is pretty tasty if you slice it thin enough. Who knew?
Anyway, I'm back, and as of this writing there are exactly seven strips in the buffer. As much as I'd love to take a few hours out and go see a movie, my dedication to you schlockers is such that I'll deny myself opening-weekend pleasures, and draw 'till my hand hurts.
(The fact that Fandango tells me every showing today is sold out has nothing to do with it.)