Waffles in hand, you and the guys begin your trek to the convention center. The sidewalks are peppered with congoers of all ages. You have yet to see a single person who doesn’t have a skip in their step and every time excitedly someone says “nice shirt!” or “I like your pins!” or something of the sort, you feel a warm little glow of community. You even have a short conversation at a stoplight with a woman who compliments your t-shirt.
>Wait in line.