Conventional Wisdom

We’ve all been there, right? That one point where every person in the room is at one stage or another of getting a costume put together. Every flat surface has something spread out on it, every reflective object has someone putting on makeup or a wig, every open big of floor space has people trying to shimmy themselves into some kind of impractical outfit, and somehow they’re all trying not to step on each other.

Note: after about thirty minutes, it turned out our iron just didn’t work. That was fun.

(Historical Notes: I have something pretty crazy to say about this whole hotel room situation, but I’ll save it for a later page.  DUN DUN DUUUUUN…)