To date, I’ve never been to a con, before. I always figured, things being what they are, that they’d be a bit out of reach for me: the cost of attendance, travel-time, possibly time off of work as they usually spill over from the weekend on Fridays or Mondays. Plus, of course, time away from the family. So, honestly… while I know the potential value of going to conventions (Or does “con” stand for “conference”? “Convocation”? Whatever, you know what I mean.) I’d almost written off my ability to go to them, at least in the near-term. Someday, I figured, I’d go to them, but it wouldn’t be soon. I hadn’t even mentioned the possibility to Dear Wife.
Well, I’m graduating soon, aren’t I, and it is a time of festivity!
Still, imagine my surprise when Dear Wife decides to give me, as a gift, attendance at an upcoming convention! I was so flabbergasted that, well, my excited face didn’t work right.