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Good evening Pub Night!
As some of you may have heard from my gleeful bouncing last week, this weekend I attended a sci-fi con. Because I am nerdy like that. I hear you gasping in shock as I read this. I had a delightful long weekend to end the summer, and I hope the rest of you did too.
However, over the course of the con, I may have informed a Klingon blocking my way that his momma failed to put on her combat boots that morning. Now being chased by an angry Klingon, I spent the rest of the weekend hiding in the women's room behind the Twilight panel. I shall now spend the rest of my life hiding from this Klingon needing to defend his mother's honor.
Having checked the menu at the wine bar Von, it appears they do not serve any Klingon Blood Wine, so I feel I should be safe. Klingons do not really truck with the East Village anyway. Plus, I'll have all of you to protect me, right?
Right?
Wait...where are you going? Come back...
- Jocelyn