Reptile Room

I just returned from the NorCal 8th annual reptile convention. It smelled funny. There's the acintic burn of reptile poo, the wet trouser scent of the feeding mice, the spicy tingle of cricket droppings, and the overpowering smell of all the people packed into the convention halls. I think the sort of person that goes to these things is a paticular sorta individual. Alota them looked like they owned harleys, or were old hippies. Damn dirty hippies (fifty points to whoever knows who that's quoted from). I went with a visiting friend and her familly. Her familly is rather odd. Her parents fall into the old hippy catagory. Her dads' sorta a space cadet, he stares off alot and speaks alot through sound effects (like "rawr"). I've known her for a long time though so I know to just sorta ignore her parents oddities. They're nice people overall though.

I'm glad my parents didn't do drugs or anything and are pretty even-keeled. Hanging out with other peoples parents makes me realize how fortunate I am.

I saw alota cool reptiles and had a fun time overall.