Dinner was down at the Macaroni Grill, a fine place where they make the deadly mistake of giving a bunch of guys who work at a comic book store crayons and a table they're allowed to draw on. Me, I drew a picture of the Hulk wearing a Santa hat:
It's probably the best picture I've drawn since I was in second grade and made a comic about Batman fighting Blanka from Street Fighter, so I kept it.Post-pasta, it was back to Scott's for an evening that included almost 4000% less drinking than last year's big holiday shindig and the distribution of presents. And seriously, not to brag or anything? I buy awesome presents. Say what you want about the fact that I celebrate my birthday for six weeks, but it's taught me a thing or two about shopping and giftwrapping, and except for a minor misstep last year when I bought Ben a copy of Simon Winchester's Krakatoa (well he likes history, and The Professor and the Madman is awesome), I usually do pretty well.
Everybody seemed to think so this year, anyway. But even though MG3 looked thrilled at the digitally remastered copy of Love Gun I got him, I'm pretty sure I made it out of there with the best present. Radical C got me something you can't buy in a store, my friends.
He got me a custom-made OMAC action figure.
It'll be hard to top.But don't let that stop you from trying.
Next: The ISB fights alone against the Worst Christmas Comic Ever!
A coffin. The gift that keeps on giving.
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