grrwoo, it turns out, has seen more romantic comedies than I have. So many, in fact, that he's got the tropes down pat, even when they happen in real life. We were sitting at the opening ceremonies earlier tonight, listening to the head Penguicon guy talking about bringing people into the Con fold, and this one girl he brought in a couple years ago, blah blah blah, and
grrwoo turns to me and whispers, "He's about to propose!" And not 30 seconds later, said guy asked said girl to marry him in front of two ballrooms' full of Con geeks.
Apparently, the look of delighted disbelief on my face was "priceless."
He brought
way more clothes than I did, too. I am endlessly amused.
Neil Gaiman, by the way, is a scruffy British rock star embodiment of hottness. Damn.