I love packing for a convention. There is all the usual stuff like the clothes and shaving kit. Nothing all that interesting there. Then, of course, I have a lot of books to box up and make ready for the vendor table. Again, not all that interesting. Then the texts and emails from the other people I will be meeting at the Con begin.
“How many magic wands are you bringing and don’t forget I need a squirrel.”
“Do you have any more unicorns left? The dog got my last one.”
“Bring your fangs – Dude – you so have to bring your fangs!”
“Are we filming? If we are, I have a new gallon of blood I can bring.”
You are getting the idea why I love packing for a convention.