A few years ago, Six Flags started opening up for a few weekends after Thanksgiving, for an event called Holiday in the Park. This was the third year of the event, and our third year attending. In all honesty, this was probably our most successful year. The first year, I don’t remember much other than being miserably cold and wanting hot chocolate, which I did not get. Last year was cold but not as bad, and I did get my hot chocolate.
I cover a lot of cons, theme parks, events, etc. on this blog, but at the heart and soul of it all, Wandering NerdGirl is devoted to my passion for finding nerdy travel destinations. Ladies and gents, let me present to you one of those places – Who North America.
Who North America is one of those fantastic stories of a fan’s love developing into something incredible. Keith Bradbury started Who North America back in 1998, when Doctor Who merchandise was pretty limited in the U.S., and quickly grew into one of the largest sources to buy Doctor Who products in North America. In 2016, Who North America opened up a store people could visit. And to make it even more incredible to visit – half the store is a Doctor Who merchandise museum.
Yeah. The moment I read about it, I knew I had to go.
The last year has been… interesting, to say the least. 2018 was a challenge for me mentally, physically, and emotionally. But, I decided I’m not devoting any more energy to bad things. So, today I want to focus on something good.
DC has been getting a lot of attention for controversial things the last few months: the BatCat Wedding, the infamous Damned insanity – both things I was completely fine with. I loved both issues. And come on, people. Human anatomy isn’t a big deal in a mature title. No one cares about Dr. Manhattan’s penis being out in Watchmen.
That brings me to a new buzz topic: I feel like there is an Anti-Tom King Club, full of some fairly silly people that either don’t understand what they’re reading, don’t get fed their fan fiction they want, or they’re insanely jealous. At the end of the day, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, of course. But I would like my energy to be devoted to doing the opposite of most people – when I love something, I want to talk about it and praise the creators.
The day after HallowCon, we took my nieces to Six Flags St. Louis for Fright Fest. Lillie turned 9 earlier in the week, and her request was to go through her first haunted house. And, being the spooky queen that I am, I was set on making that happen, and agreed to be the adult that would take her.
We all have local urban legends: haunted cemeteries, unsolved murders, roads with mysterious, ghostly hitchhikers. One of the more prominent ones we have around here in small town Missouri is the legend of the Elvins Vampire.
And I decided to hunt for his grave.