Tomorrow I get to pick up Frank Mentzer from the airport and transport him to the Holiday Inn in Mansfield, MA so he can spend the weekend playing games, hanging out, meeting and greeting fans at TotalCon.
EEP! What the heck do I say to the man? Mind you, I saw him at another event last year and was too dorky to walk up to him then and squeek out a hello then.
Now I'm going to be alone with him...trapped in a car...for at least a half hour.
Do you talk about his "old days". But doesn't he get tired of re-hashing the same stories?
Do you ask about Gary? Only to bring up sad memories....
Do you talk about the crappy winter weahter we have had..snooze!!
*sigh* Everything I think about either seems like something he has heard a thousand times or is completely pointless. I hope I manage to not turn a hideous shade of red, get dry mouthed, and ramble on and on or worse yet...when I get really nervous.. start to giggle like a little school girl.
How the heck did I get myself into this????? Spines,Spines... anyone got any back bones for sale?
