"Hello, Ghastly. My name is Rich, and I'll be your creepy stalker this evening."
Yeah, I suppose that driving over a thousand miles through rain and snow (literally) just to see a show may sound like a bit much, but so far I've met several great people. This weekend was no exception.
On Thursday, driving from warm Georgia through the rain and then a nasty snowstorm wasn't too bad, despite not being able to find my "Eighties #5" tape. The weather was better on Friday as I went through PA and NY. But the most harrowing part was at the border: since I have been roaming around looking for a job, my back seat and trunk were full of clothes, discs, bedding, etc., and the Canadian Immigration agent took exception to someone without a job, less than $50 US and CDN, and "no attachment to the U.S." coming just for the weekend. I had heard stories about "Americans escaping to Canada because Bush was re-elected," and they were definitely more cautious than when I went to Anime North 2002.
So, I was handed a yellow slip and told to go into the building, where another agent ran a quick check on my passport and license and expressed concern that I would overstay my welcome in the Great White North. Well, I could have just lied to them at the beginning, but that's not my style. Fortunately, she suggested that I bring an electric bill or something with me next time to show I have a reason to go back. I should have brought the weather report for Dublin, GA, to prove I wouldn't stay long.
She passed me through to a Customs agent who didn't feel like going outside since it had started snowing, so he told me to go ahead.Getting to The Staircase was easy (and plug N 43
(Heck, I even left out the part about fondling and marvelling at Ghastly's third leg so that I woudln't go on too long 
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