We knew the line would be long, but this is a bit on the ridiculous side. Our wait time to get the tickets and passes we had already paid for: One hour, thirty minutes.
|At The Head of the Line, Looking for the End|
|At the End of the Line - Long Wait!|
|After We Got Our Tickets|
If the preregistration line moved at glacial slowness (and that's being generous), the event ticket line moved at the speed of evolution. We finally reached a volunteer clerical person, and encountered another Origins obstruction - one person cannot buy more than one ticket. Ergo, one person cannot represent a group of his friends who want to play together in an event.
We managed to snag three seats in WW2 Wings of Glory, which is a WW2 airplane game. Mike had played a version of this before, but neither Dave nor I had ever played. The rest of the players were all experienced.
|Wings of Glory in Progress|
Mike got right into the thick of it, and got the bull's eye award - won by the player who was shot at the most. Mike survived to the end of the game, but he probably wouldn't have lasted much longer.
|Mike Receiving the Bull's Eye Award|
We tried Barley's, but the wait for a table was over an hour. Short North is only a few blocks away, so we hiked over to Marcella's Restaurant in Short North, which is excellent and we didn't have to wait for a table.
|Marcella's in Short North|