The Energon Pub

So, yeah, at the Party @ the Paramount, we were all given a marquee poster for ROTF. It's the same one we've all seen, the one with The Fallen's face. Still, a pretty cool item, and I was intent on getting mine home in perfect shape regardless. So, after we checked out of the hotel Sunday, I carried it all rolled up in its plastic bag sleeve as we finished up at the convention. Carried it by hand all through LAX airport through check-in, through security. Carried it on the plane to New Orleans, off the plane, down to baggage claim, out into the parking garage where we stopped for the first cigarette in five hours. (Yes, Delicon, you can start laughing now.) Being the genius that I am, I managed to leave it there after all that trouble and not realise it until we were about 60 miles away.

What's worse is that there were two of that poster in the sleeve since they were given to all Party Attendees including my sweet Minicon girlfriend. And at LAX, while waiting on our flight, we had a drink with Seibertron, who gave me one of the Hasbro posters with movie Autobots on one side and a checklist of ROTF figures on the reverse, which I also slipped into the sleeve with the Fallen posters.

Curse you, nicotine!

(Yes, I know, I should quit, but that's not the point of this story, despite whatever you're about to say, Deli)