Crushing famous people is something that leaves one rather red in the face. She says, chagrined, recalling c5 and accidentally stepping on Poppy Z. Brite. Oops.

I hope I continue to not be a dork at people this year, and that I can carry on a reasonable facsimile of a conversation with Jennie, aside from "OMG! I want my picture with you!!! I never carry cash, or I'd have bought something!" Which, frankly, was lame. I shall have cash secreted somewhere about my personage next year, dammit. And hopefully the ability to step away from the booth for more than bathroom and supply runs.