Week 20: Crash a Convention or Wedding

So we've arrived at week XX, one X short of a good time.  Still recovering from last week, I find myself indulging in replacing the remaining entries in the hat with "Take a Nap".  But I must persevere.

Today's (or more accurately yesterday's) drawer is the stoic philosopher Brian.

He reached nirvana soon after

And the result is the confusingly listed "Crash a Convention or Something".  Because, apparently, in drafting the resolutions I became very apathetic.  Anyway, the "Something" should mean Wedding.  As it reads I could probably rent a car and crash it.  Which is easier?

So, like a middle aged middle distance runner, I must find inner strength, get back on that horse, and quit mixing so many metaphors.  I must seek out a place I am not invited, blend in, and leave on my own accord un-escorted by security personnel.

The plan as it stands now is:

1. Find a wedding, or event.
2. Create an appropriate persona
3. Get a name tag?
4. Infiltrate, and score some free food, or schwag.

Wish me luck, unless its your last wish from the genie.  In which case you should wish me a rock god.  Or world peace.  Either one.

Thursday Update

So it's Thursday, and I completely struck out.  Despite buying a tasteful card for the wedding I planned to crash.

Trespassing is no excuse for being impolite

To clarify.  With card in tow, I set out to a few wedding reception places I found on the googles.  Only to find no wedding taking place.  Likewise I could not find a suitable convention to crash.

As fate would have it however, I did attend a convention, one that coincidentally I was invited to.

It's a convention for retired horses

Or software, same difference

So it doesn't really count, and we'll chalk this one up to the failed pile for now, I'll keep my card and keep an eye open for weddings and conventions and hopefully we'll get to revisit this one with a passing grade in the future.