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Saturday at Comic Con was mind blowing for me. I knew it was going to be a long day, and if anyone had predicted I’d be fried by 6:00 and resorting to drinking hurricanes at the Hard Rock, well you know me pretty well then. The same thing happened in New York, and as long as they hold these cons with hurricanes nearby, my refuge is complete.

 

I arrived early, determined to take in at least one panel during my weekend. I got in line for Chuck, which was the first event of the day in the cavernous, yet not as large as Hall H, Ballroom 20. I found myself weaving through the line under a big tent, rather content over seeing the massive crowd behind me. Then I saw the massive crowd in front of me. I took pictures, but every tent you see down the balcony represents weaving lines of fans. Then, the line goes that entire length outside. Here I was in the middle, confident I’d get in, but where would my seat be? Thank heavens I was already booked for the press room after this event. 

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