I don’t mean that figuratively. I mean it literally. I blue myself.
While I wait for renovations to begin and end at my apartment I have been sleeping on an air mattress with a sleeping bag. Until yesterday, I had sheets and used the sleeping bag as a bed spread. But I washed the sheets and didn’t feel like putting them on the air mattress again so I slept in the sleeping bag.
The inside of the sleeping bag is mostly blue and I guess the color rubbed off on my skin because when I hopped in the shower this morning the water turned blue as it ran down my body. I used my body puff to scrub as much of the blue off but, unfortunately, it did not survive the battle. My once white puff is now tainted.
I’m just glad I was wearing a t-shirt and underwear because I could have woken up with blue boobs and a blue ass like Mystique from X-Men! Except I don’t look this good.
New York Comic Con isn’t always about the costumes. Sometimes you can say a lot with just a T-Shirt.
NYCC 2013 was my very first Con. I didn’t know what to expect. I wasn’t sure if wearing a costume was an unwritten rule and I would be looked down upon because I didn’t wear a one.
I decided not to wear a costume. I’ve been to the Jacob K. Javits Convention Center and know the temperatures can vary depending on where you are and how many people are in the area. Also, I didn’t want to wrestle a costume during bathroom breaks. The stalls are teeny, tiny. I wore jeans and plain shirts.
When I arrived I saw tons of costumes but I also saw people in jeans and shirts just like me. I felt so much better. I also bought a few fun T-shirts to wear to next year’s Comic Con. Here are a few more fun T’s. Let me know which one is your favorite.
I was walking by a really long autograph line and this woman caught my eye because of the book she was reading (Huge Penis), the Doctor Who lunchbox and the red bow tie. No one should underestimate this woman. I bet she has a plethora of hidden talents.