T-minus two hours and counting

I'm picking up Robin in a few hours for our flight to San Diego.



This is the craziest packing job I have ever done for a trip.

SO. MUCH. FOOD.

mckitterick convinced me to bring the damn GoPro, just in case. So I'm bringing three cameras. The GoPro, the digital SLR, and a little point-and-shoot for selfies. This trip shall not go undocumented, that's for sure.

Other things I'm packing (besides my badass self and way too much canned fish):
Therapy balls for rolling out
A pillow for my low back
A tube of Biofreeze
ALL THE CHARGERS
A re-fillable water bottle
A giant bag of Purell wipes
Enough fandom tee shirts for a trip twice as long
Badger muscle rub
Eye mask for the rare times I'll be sleeping

Holy fucking shit, you guys. I'm going to Comic-Con.



And now mckitterick, who almost always does things last minute and is always running a little bit behind schedule for things like this, is now criticizing my trip prep techniques. Excuse me while I go tackle-and-pinch him.