Mrs TWC is off for a week in San Antonio where she is ensconced in what she called the noisiest hotel ever. I ain't buying because we once stayed at the former rice paper walled Flamingo Hilton in Laughlin Nevada where we could actually hear the guy in next room, who apparently drank a suitcase of Bud the night before, fire-hosing the toilet at zero dark thirty. OK, maybe Mr Ed was staying next door, but it was loud.
She says that there is a Gamestop manager's convention in San Antonio with hundreds of people walking around the Riverwalk that look like Comic Book Guy.
As Ever,
TWC