I mean, this would probably hold true with ANYBODY I could possibly crash with on the way to a con (to say nothing of the state of the hotel we’d arrive at), but it still struck me as funny just how much these rooms resembled each other.

Also, I couldn’t really make it work in comic form, but it is interesting that this is the exact opposite of how me and Kurt’s con road trip experiences normally work.  Usually, HE crashes at MY place the night before we head out, but that’s because most of the cons we road tripped out to were up in the DC area.  Atlanta’s basically the only time where HE’S the one who lives along the way instead of me, so everything got flip turned upside down.

Then again, I’d also just been travel out of state less and less in general.  Case in point: it didn’t hit me until mid-way through creating this comic that I really ought to check before posting pictures of the inside of somebody else’s house on The Internet.  Pretty much all the previous comics I’ve done that involve scenes in other people’s homes date back to before I started using photo backgrounds, I’m not used to dealing with non-public places in this context. (…and he said it was fine, obviously)