Funny Aside, Har Har, But Shit

I don't work as hard as I used to at being anonymous. My husband knows what I write and read, two RL friends know, and several people now have my email address with my real name. That being said, prepare to laugh at me. Trust me, I'm laughing too. We're laughing at me together:

I have mentioned this before, but I am a grad student at a fairly respectable college that does not respect pop culture. There's one professor I've found who's a total geek and got really passionate about me being able to do what I want the way I want. In that interest he is spear-heading a campaign for me doing an individual investigation into Supernatural and the way it handles mythology. So I turn that in this week for approval. Anyway, he's a fan of the show. I told him about Con and how I was going at lunch yesterday as he was telling me about his experiences at Comic-Con. Casually he mentioned it'd be cool to go to the Supernatural Convention.

He's booked his hotel room. Today. He's serious. We're riding together. Now I need to figure out at what point I tell him the whole, Oh by the way the people I mentioned meeting there are Wincest shippers like me and I write it and ho ho nice talk nice talk how long is this drive?

Yargh.