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security measures. There might be children present. Let's just say I
tipped the guy $20 and leave it at that.
After almost two hours standing on the street, I finally crossed the threshold into Middle Earth. Well, TORn's idea of it, anyway. In other words, I got a nifty, smudged red stamp on the back of my hand for all my troubles and passed the Gates of Morning. But wait! Just because you're in the door, doesn't mean you get into the party. Queue up one more time, hand over your ID one more time, get name checked off list, and receive a nifty brochure and a ticket. NOW you can enter, you unwashed mass you.
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