My Grandmother, who has never been to a convention and is going to her first one in September, just in time for her birthday (she's in her mid 70s):
I think when I meet him, I'm going to wear my James Marsters shirt, and my James Marsters watch - not everyone has a James Marsters watch, you understand - and I'm going to get my picture taken with him, do you think they'll let me do that?
Me:
They should, you'll probably just have to pay for it. Fifteen dollars maybe?
Grandmother:
Oh, well I can do that. Good. Boy, I bet not many people have a grandmother who is out of her gourd like this.
Me:
It's okay, Grandmother, we're the same kind of 'out of her gourd'. I was up at midnight on Sunday night buying Babylon 5 action figures.
Grandmother:
OH, OH, OH, Babylon 5, Oh, I loved that program! I saw Bruce on TV the other day and I thought, "Oh, I haven't seen you since Babylon 5!" You know who I liked on that show? He wasn't really a main character, but I just loved him: Vir.
Me:
Ooohhhhhh noooooo, Vir, oh, I LOVE Vir, he is precious.
Grandmother:
Wasn't he, though? Just as sweet as can be, and oh, oh, and who was the fellow he was working for. L- Lan-
Me:
*restrained sigh* Londo Mollari.
Grandmother:
LONDO MOLLARI. OH, he was good, wasn't he?
Me:
He was the one I was buying an action figure of.
Grandmother:
Oh, we are kindred spirits, aren't we?
Me:
We so are.
