One of the few pleasures of our now-thankfully ended San Diego misadventure (meaning we don't MIS it at all) was observing and marvelling at how the city was transformed each summer when the hordes of Comic Con Unleashed delightfully descended upon its terrain.
In 2011 - aside from the near the convention center wunnerful lunch with that Titled Trinity Josh, Holly-est & 'get the hell outta my office' Mike - twas a kick waltzing into downtown's Panera's early in the mornin' and seeing
in full-regalia (sans his Bat-guardian) mosey up for coffee
or scoping a sensational Storm getting off the trolley later that evening.
Und last year in 2012, there was a dazzling Merida at the San Diego Depot .
So although we weren't aware the ever-wondrous Meester Wright was gonna be in attendance this year and missed him (thass okay - we're completing a play expressly with his name on it - those who did partake, let the rest of us in on it, willya?!?