I don’t want to do a full restaurant, so I stop into the snack shop, which offers refrigerated drinks, chips, candy, and a limited hot menu – a small pizza oven, and lots of other things heated in a microwave. Still, it’s relatively fast, in spite of the fact that a dozen or so other VM guys have the same idea. I grab a healthy lunch: chips, two hot dogs, and a Gatorade. (The Gatorade’s the healthy part.)
Becky calls, letting me know that she, Benjamin, Bob & Linda have finished their tour of the Crystal Cathedral and they have found a wonderful restaurant nearby. She describes in glorious detail an open-faced sandwich she is eating topped with crab and shrimp. I’m glad I’m not overly hungry, since my hot dogs are not quite that caliber.
Becky says they may go explore the Anaheim GardenWalk, a new complex of stores and eateries a couple of blocks from
I’m game to let him go, but we then discover another problem – Becky has his convention ticket. He can’t get into the Honda Center without it!
Okay, I have mine, but I am very reluctant to part with it. We’ve had it drilled into us, and drilled again, that we do not compete unless we have both current Society dues paid up and a full convention registration on our person! It’s part of the Society rules, and while a technicality, a very important one – if any one man does not have the proper paperwork, the entire performance can be disqualified!
By 1235 I pry myself off the bed, put in my contacts (I’d forgotten them this morning, and my glasses slip around on my face from all the sweat and energetic movement on the risers), take some ibuprofen, refill my water bottle, and head back downstairs. Time for more rehearsal.