Page 7 of Level Me Up

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Thirty minutes later we’ve found a table right outside the convention center with our lunches from various food booths. California is really hot in July, and the convention center is packed and stuffy, so being outside is a welcome reprieve.

I’m thrilled I’m no longer a topic of conversation, but upcoming events and panels are. We’ve been coming to Comic-Con for a couple of years now, and I don’t think any of us have gotten tired of it. There is always so much to do and see.

“Holy shit. I heard there was a dancing Chewbacca roaming around, but it’s not something you can believe until you see it,” Link says in awe.

I look up from my lunch and turn my head in the direction of where Link, Bernie, and Simon are looking. Yup. There he was. Break dancing. In the middle of the sidewalk. Dang, he was good.

“He has got to be hot in that thing. I mean, it’s like 85 degrees out here and he is wearing the full, furry Chewy suit,” Bernie says with concern.

“No doubt. But that’s pretty impressive.” I reply.

“The one thing that gets kind of annoying here at good ol’ Comic-Con is the cosplay. People have way too much time on their hands,” Link comments as he turns back to his massive burrito.

“I find it inspiring,” Bernie defends with a shrug.

“Yeah, but you also dress up like Lara Croft…every year. And you goall out.” She ignores Link’s last comment with an eye roll and goes back to her lunch.

Chuckling to myself, I don’t bother mentioning that Link has no room to talk, since he dressed up like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle from the time he was in second grade to at least seventh grade, and whenever we went to Halloween parties in high school. I’m pretty sure my mom has pictures. Several pictures, actually. I’ll save that little memory for a rainy day.

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