I knew it would be wise to grab my press pass early due to large crowds tomorrow, but I thought maybe it would be better to wait than brave the cold.  However, the apartment downstairs was recently vacated and to get ready for the new tenants, they not only painted the walls... but also polyurethaned the hardwood floors.

Polyurethaned.  The whole apartment. 

And left without cracking the windows.

So yesterday my office smelled like the inside of a zippo and this morning it was no better.  Sure, we kept our windows open for as long as we could stand, but it soon became a battle of what's worse: freezing to death or fume headaches.

Fume headaches won because as it turns out, open windows make no difference.  It was like having a lighter fluid ice cream headache.

So yeah, that pretty much made the decision for us. We HAD to get out of the house. The fella and I bundled up and ventured over to the Javits Center to snag our NYC Comic Con badges early and check out the goings on. 

Apparently the fumes were still with me because I stood on line for my press pass...for the fabric convention. 

Seriously.

That was embarrassing.

Yada yada yada, I eventually got my pass, did a little dance, showed the fella around (he's never been there before) and took a few shots of the convention floor as they were getting prepped. 

My favorite were the signs that tell you to watch out for fork lifts (can't see them in this shot).  I'm pretty sure the signage was there just for me because I'm brain dead enough not to notice a giant yellow fork lift with say...a life size batman on it...before it hits me.