Um.. scarf fight? I dunno, this was well into the day at Hal-Con and we were running on no sleep and the occasional coffee and the fuzzy rush one experiences when Nicholas Brendon walks by your art table in a geeky sweater.
Thanks to the awesome, awesome and and (a fantastic 11!) for being great table mates and friends and gallavanters.
(We also decided to donate a dollar to charity every time we had a Doctor Who-themed come-on or comment. I liked the centurion who told me he'd 'be my Rory', but that just opens so many bizarre slash doors when you think about it too long. )
I squealed. so much.
I have a mad case of the jellies right now...