But let me start from the beginning… So I get into Philly, and I fail to find steep-into-my-tardis. Which sucks. But hopefully she still had fun. So eventually I get into line, and bless the VIP pass I got because I got in there early, and I got into line early for autographs.
I’m standing there between a girl who has her Murphy action figure sitting in her cleavage, and a woman who professed to writing Boondock 3 (and proceeded to give Sean, Norman, and Rocco a copy.) We’re waiting, waiting, and finally… they appear!