In the months leading up to 2019, I was finally able to pull together both enough people and enough money to make a trip to MAGFest a reality. I had been wanting to attend the famous Maryland convention for years, ever since I first learned about it through my favorite Let’s Players on YouTube circa 2010. It had always been too expensive an endeavor—if not just for the games I would be buying, then definitely because the hotel and gas costs would cripple my checking account. But finally, after all that time internally whining about being unable to attend, my friends Dustin, Joe, and Zoey agreed to attend with me to split the costs. Not only that, but my longtime friend and fellow collector Tyler decided he wanted in on the action and joined us as well. Not only that, but then my friend Shawn said at the last minute that he was in also! Whoa! Finally, a big group for MAGFest! And so, we journeyed on!
Thursday, January 3rd, 2019
Coming from Long Island were Joe, Dustin, Shawn, and me. We drove together down to our Airbnb in Accokeek, MD, where we met Zoey, who flew into Baltimore from Buffalo and then got a ride down from her local friend Steven. The six of us convened at the Airbnb at roughly 4 PM and turned around to head to MAGFest for the first day of festivities.
When we arrived in National Harbor at the Gaylord National Hotel, I was beside myself with emotion. I actually cried as we walked through the atrium and I realized I had finally made it to the event I had wanted to attend more than any other for so many long years.
Before picking up any games or merchandise, my buds and I scouted the convention to see all of the cosplays, panels, and events taking place. About two hours in, Tyler alerted Zoey that his flight to Baltimore from Alberta had come in, so she took off with Steven to collect him. In the meantime, the rest of us got our badges and just hung out.
Finally, nearing 7 PM, Tyler arrived and we embraced like cool dudes do. We’ve been friends for 12 years (thanks to a spunky Internet forum we both frequented back in our teenage days) but very rarely see each other in person due to our differing schedules and, of course, the fact that we live a country apart on different sides of the continent. It was bliss to see him again.
The first day, or rather night, of MAGFest was spent just viewing panels and catching up with Tyler. Since my other friends are not as heavily into collecting and game history as we are, they separated from us quite a bit during the event, but we always reconvened to attend certain things and to purchase stuff together. But I spent the majority of MAGFest just winging it with Tyler.
I’m proud and ecstatic to say that day one of MAGFest gave me the honor of meeting some of my favorite people on YouTube. A few highlights from this day of the event:
Chuggaaconroy, probably the first Let’s Player I ever watched.
Kelsey Lewin, a collector and historian whose videos almost always teach me something new.
Adrisaurus, or Adriana Figueroa, a YouTuber who specializes in covers and remixes of gaming and related tunes. She’s also my YouTube crush, heh.
NintendoCapriSun, my favorite Let’s Player and YouTuber in general, and probably my favorite person on the planet, period.
With most of the events at MAGFest taking place on the following days, most of the guys dipped relatively early to convene back at the Airbnb to geek out over the first day and just hang out.
Friday, January 4th, 2019
Tyler and I decided against that. We stayed until the early hours of the following day (around 1 AM or so) to attend a few panels, up to and including the YouTube Poop panel that turned out to be an incredible waste of time. Poor planning, lack of audio, and cringy and boastful hosts brought the entire experience down. We soon after absconded with our sanity and headed for the Airbnb ourselves.
When we arrived, Tyler and I finally completed a deal that we had been discussing for the previous few months. I had doubles of Metroid Fusion and Metroid: Zero Mission for Game Boy Advance that he wanted, and he had some things I wanted in return: The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past and Four Swords for Game Boy Advance, a complete copy of Resident Evil 4 for GameCube, and a first-model Sega Genesis, which I somehow didn’t already own. I can always count on Tyler for good trades. He’s a bro.
Day two of MAGFest finally saw me buying some damn games. I can’t believe I spent a whole night there and didn’t buy anything! But it was for a good reason! There were a lot of panels Tyler and I wanted to attend.
And so, day two! Before hitting the convention center, I tagged along to Costco with Tyler, Zoey, and Dustin so we could grab food for the Airbnb. After our shopping trip, on to MAGFest we went.
Immediately, Tyler and I decided we wanted to start buying games. No more fooling around, this isn’t your dad’s convention. This is MAGFest, boyo.
We hit the dealer room with enough money in our pockets to buy the games of our dreams, all at reasonable prices. I was assured by a friend of mine who attends yearly that the dealer prices at MAGFest are all fairly decent, sometimes downright implausibly inexpensive. The first booth we visited had tons of common and uncommon NES and SNES titles; nothing too rare. But the titles they did have were quite a few that Tyler and I didn’t own. But we held out and decided on something totally gross to the common collector—blind bags. This booth had a few blind bags containing either three NES or three SNES games. At $15 each, I was hesitant because this is usually a chance for sellers to stick incredibly cheap and common games in a bag to up the price, but Tyler offered to go halfsies with me if we got two bags, one NES and one SNES.
“Two bags’ll cost you only $25 if you wanna do that,” was the dealer’s response after overhearing Tyler’s offer. We agreed, each giving $12.50. Before buying anything else, though, the two of us were eager to see what games were inside these blind bags.
We walked over to an empty table next to a water cooler near the arcade area and defined the rules: We’d open the NES bag first, then the SNES bag. One game gets pulled at a time, no looking beforehand. Anything I already owned that Tyler didn’t belonged to him. Similarly, anything Tyler already owned that I didn’t belonged to me. If we both owned something, we would both attempt to trade it with another vendor for something neither of us had. And finally, if there was something neither of us owned, it would go into the draft pile and we would decide how to divvy them out from there.
Tyler and I shook on the rules and he picked up the NES bag, saying, “As dumb as it sounds, I kinda hope there’s a Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt in here.”
I replied, “You don’t own Mario/Duck Hunt!?”
“No!” he said. “I just don’t for some reason!”
We tore open the lime green NES blind bag first, as per the rules, and Tyler reached in to pull out the first game.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I yelled, laughing. Tyler’s hand surrounded a fresh copy of Super Mario Bros./Duck Hunt.
“Holy shit, dude!” he said, also laughing. “Good call, eh?”
As I already owned it, the game went to my Canadian friend. I waved off his obvious x-ray vision and reached into the bag myself to pull out game number two: Wizards & Warriors. I also already owned this classic, so Tyler took it, swearing happily. We continued and he pulled out the final NES game, Bigfoot.
“Do you have that?” I asked.
“No,” Tyler replied. “But, uh, I kinda don’t care about it.” He laughed and handed the game to me.
We ripped open the purple SNES bag with incredible celerity. The first game out of the bag was Animaniacs, which neither of us owned. To the pile with it. Next up was NBA Jam, which Tyler had but I didn’t. To me it went. Lastly, I pulled a copy of Super Off Road from the bag, of which we also both were in need. It joined Animaniacs in the draft pile.
We both agreed that we each wanted Animaniacs more. With only two games in the pot, it would come down to a game of chance to decide the man who would claim that wonderful Konami adaptation of one of our beloved childhood cartoon classics. And so, rock-paper-scissors it was.
We agreed on best two out of three and got down to business.
“Rock, paper, scissors, aaand shoot!” My paper covered Tyler’s rock.
“Rock, paper, scissors, aaand shoot!” Tyler’s rock crushed my scissors.
With sweat on our brows and electricity in the air, we shook off the intensity with some quick shimmies and self-pumping words of encouragement.
I looked Tyler in the eyes and he stared back at me with the ferocity of an Atari Jaguar.
“Rock, paper, scissors, aaand shoot!” Scissors and scissors.
“Rock, paper, scissors, aaand shoot!” Scissors and…scissors?
“Rock, paper, scissors, aaand shoot!” Scissors and scissors!
Finally, we let out one final “Rock, paper, scissors, aaand shoot!” and threw down. I let my heart take the wheel and kept with my scissors, praying that reverse psychology would somehow cause Tyler to choose paper—and he did.
“Damn it!”
“Yes!” I cackled, swiping Animaniacs from the table. “Suck my butt, dude!”
After I had sufficiently gloated, we visited a booth right around the center of the dealer floor. Most of this booth’s games were just strewn about in tubs, which I opted to look in before anything else. I found a copy each of RealSports Football and Centipede for Atari 5200, along with a complete copy of Hang-On / Safari Hunt for Sega Master System. Once I had those in my grasp, I bundled them together for $10, not a bad deal. I also picked up a Light Phaser for the Master System, which I hadn’t noticed until after I paid for the other things from this booth. They were lenient with me, though, and I only paid another $10 for it.
As we roamed the floor, we noticed many of the dealers there were vendors of arts and crafts, merchandise, and apparel rather than games. I think we counted only fourteen game vendors in the entire place, despite there being more than fifty vendors total. We opted to save our money until the following day, hoping other vendors would show up, but on the way out, I snagged Qix and Taz-Mania 2 for Game Boy from a booth near the doors back to the escalators. For $5 total, it was well worth it.
That evening, Tyler and I attended The Runaway Guys: Thrown Controllers, a videogame quiz show hosted by The Runaway Guys, a collaborative Let’s Play YouTube channel starring Chuggaaconroy, NintendoCapriSun, and Proton Jon, another of my favorites.
As we piled in, found our seats, and sat down, the girl to my immediate left, sporting bright green hair and draped in a cozy blanket, caught my attention with “Excuse me,” and continued: “Sorry if my blanket touches you at all.”
I snickered and said, “Oh, no! Not the blanket! Anything but that!” sarcastically, then laughed and said, “Don’t even worry about it.” I smiled and enjoyed the show.
About halfway through, the girl got my attention again as I was putting my phone away after answering a text message from Shawn.
“Hey, not that I was looking at your messages or anything, but I noticed your wallpaper! You like Game Grumps?”
“Love them!” I said, turning to look at her more fully.
“Oh, my God,” she said. “Dan is, like, my hero.”
“Mine, too! I want to be like him, he’s such a beautiful and wonderful person.”
We talked about Grumps for a short bit while more contestants were being selected. Sitting to the girl’s left was her boyfriend, who also added quips to our conversation periodically.
Finally I said, “So what’s your name?”
“Raven!” the girl asserted. “Yours?”
“I’m Matt! Nice to meet you!”
“Nice to meet you!” Raven answered cheerfully.
Although none of us was selected to participate, I had fun answering roughly 80% of the questions correctly from my seat. Some of them were incredibly tough, but Tyler and Raven were surprised at some of the brutal questions (as they’re called in the show) I was able to answer without even thinking. I don’t study games for nothing!
As the show ended, I said goodbye to Raven and her boyfriend and headed out into the lobby with Tyler. We met up with the rest of my friends and decided to hit up an Applebee’s right over the state line in Virginia for dinner.
My buds all decided to head back to the Airbnb, as they’d had enough for the day and wanted to unwind, but Tyler and I were undeterred and went straight back to MAGFest, thanks to Steven, who gave us a ride.
Saturday, January 5th, 2019
In the early hours of day three (I’m talking, like, 2 AM), Tyler and I delved into uncertainty by attending a panel with this charming title:
I was dialed in and ready to know all the secrets.
As someone who grew up using Neopets fairly often, I was interested to see what this panel was all about, as was Tyler.
Before the presentation, someone had apparently handed Tyler an orange card with only an image of Garfield and a QR code adorning it. I didn’t notice, but Tyler showed me the card and told me so. As my phone was close to dying, Tyler used his own to scan the QR code and it took him to a strange Discord server called Garfield Chat.
The Garfield Card. Photo courtesy of this Tweet by @darthnumbers.
“Wwwhat?” we both said aloud together. As the presentation was taking some time to begin, I looked over Tyler’s shoulder as he humored the group chat by talking about Garfield and saying how much he hates Mondays.
Eventually someone else in the chat mentioned, “I’m at some weird Neopets panel???” Tyler looked at me with fire in his eyes and then immediately looked back at his phone and typed, “Me too, I’m with some dude with giant hair.”
Tyler and I looked up to see if anyone would now be looking for us, and sure enough, three rows in front of us, who should spot us but Raven and her boyfriend.
“Oh, hey, Matt!” Raven said.
“Hi, Raven!” I said.
Tyler just looked stupefied. “Holy shit, dude,” he said.
“Looks like you got one of those cards too, huh?” Raven’s boyfriend said.
Amazed with the outcomes, we reveled in each other’s company across the rows dividing us, but then the panel started. At the beginning of the panel, it was advised that children under 18 be accompanied by an adult, which confused me at first, but then the panel happened and I realized why.
The panel hosts showed some of their provocative Neopets OC art from back in the day. That’s why.
The panel wrapped up and we actually learned a thing or two about the rise and fall of Neopets. Raven and her boyfriend left silently, waving goodbye to us. Tyler and I grabbed McDonald’s through Uber Eats and then headed back to our Airbnb with an Uber proper.
As morning broke, we woke up exhausted, having not gone to bed until close to 5 AM. Even still, we answered the call barked forth by our alarms and slunk out of bed at 11 AM.
Day three of MAGFest was a day primarily for collecting, so Tyler and I made haste to the dealer floor as soon as we had gotten to the convention center. We immediately visited the booth for Video Games New York, to which I have been numerous times (even once with Tyler during one of his visits), and I bought a Sega Saturn from them for $100. Before the trip, I had told Tyler numerous times that I was absolutely not leaving MAGFest without a Saturn. I had gone too long without owning one. Well, look who owns one now!
Now that I owned a Sega Saturn, I needed some games to go with it. VGNY had some Japanese titles, but the Saturn is region locked, so I would not benefit from owning them until I import a Japanese Saturn (someday in the distant future). I visited booth after booth but nobody seemed to have a single North American Sega Saturn game for sale.
Meanwhile, Tyler was Sega-hungry himself. He was on the lookout for a Sega Dreamcast in good condition for a good price. They had one in stock at the VGNY booth, but they wanted an incredibly exorbitant amount of money for it for some reason. We figured it must be mislabeled but we didn’t want to ask about it. In any case, we stumbled upon another vendor who was selling a pristine Dreamcast with a controller for only $70. Tyler grabbed it and bundled it with some classic games for a $100 total. In the meantime, I noticed this vendor actually had two complete Saturn games: Virtua Cop and Slam ‘n Jam ’96 Featuring Magic & Kareem. I asked if he had a copy of Sonic R, which I was really looking for more than any other Saturn game. He said no. I said, “What about any other Saturn stuff?”
“I think those are my only two,” he said, grabbing them from the display and putting them on the counter. “But I can’t sell these for shit, nobody wants ’em.” I grimaced for him but remained silent. He leaned in and said, sighing, “Look, if you take these from me, you can just have ’em for thirty bucks.” I looked at the price tags of $25 and $20 on them and immediately shook this gentleman’s hand.
As I stuffed the games in my backpack, Shawn passed by and noticed us finishing the deal. He asked what I’d bought and I showed him.
“Oh,” he then said, “did you check out the board game vendor? They actually have a lot of cool stuff we could all play together.”
I hadn’t, and neither had Tyler, so we let Shawn lead the way. When we got there, I looked around at some of the board games, and although I collect them as well, I just didn’t feel like spending videogame money on board games, despite how cool some of them were.
Tyler turned to Shawn and asked, “Does this dude have videogames at all?”
Shawn said no, then looked around a little bit and said, “Oh, wait, look over there! He actually does!” He pointed at a small table laden with games.
Tyler and I flocked to it like park birds to newly-thrown bread. As we scanned the games, Tyler and I were flabbergasted by their cheap prices. They had a copy of Mega Man 3 for NES labeled only $12! Tyler still didn’t have that gem, so he picked it up along with some other things. From this booth, I snagged some incredibly underpriced gems of my own, like Plok and Populous for SNES and Mermaids of Atlantis, a very rare unlicensed game for NES. Their prices were unbelievable, and I only paid a total of $35.
With Shawn now in tow, we revisited the booth where I bought those Atari 5200 games and I noticed there mysteriously was now a Sega Saturn game among their wares. I asked about it and the vendor showed it, a complete copy of NASCAR 98, to me. I asked how much and the vendor said, “I dunno, five bucks?”
“Would you consider maybe two bucks? The case is a little cracked,” was my response.
“Sure, I guess,” the vendor said, and she handed the game to me. I gave her two singles and stuffed yet another Saturn game into my backpack. Tyler bought something for himself there as well, as this vendor had new in box Visual Memory Units for Dreamcast. He grabbed a green one and finished his Dreamcast shopping for the trip.
Shawn followed us to the vendor from whom we had purchased those blind bags the day before. It was finally time to take advantage of their good prices. From them, I gathered a large haul: Cobra Triangle, Castelian, and Spot: The Video Game for NES, SimAnt for SNES, and Mega Man III for Game Boy. Altogether, I paid $60. Not too bad!
Finally, as we were leaving the dealer floor for the day, I spotted a vendor selling import games only. I was devilishly interested in their copy of Rockman & Forte for Super Famicom, and Tyler was equally interested in their Super Famicom copy of Panel de Pon. Tyler was shy about trying to set up a bundle deal, being incredibly polite, but I wasn’t shy at all about getting us a better deal. I bundled both games together for $70. Not terrible, but not fantastic either. Could have been way worse.
Collecting for the day had satisfied us enough, so we opted to see a few more panels and events. I made Tyler stand in line with me for an hour to get autographs from The Runaway Guys. We bumped into Raven and her boyfriend again, and I traded Facebooks with her. Then I finally got a picture with Proton Jon!
He was super sweet and a pleasure to talk to, as I assumed he would be.
Afterwards, we just hung out in the Wi-Fi area, where I used Discord to make plans to meet up with fellow GameCola staff writer Diana Gray! And wouldn’tcha know it, it happened!
One of us is cooler than the other. Hint: It isn’t me.
As the day grew dark, Tyler and I headed out to what I suppose could be considered the backyard of the convention center, where the docks and a wonderful view of the Capital Wheel are. Some strange forces of fate were pulling the strings on this trip, because we bumped into Raven and her boyfriend again!
I finally learned the identity of Raven’s boyfriend, Noah. Similarly, Tyler gave himself a proper introduction and we all shared our origins and some stories with each other. As we chatted, Tyler and Noah still partook in some parlance with the Garfield Chat, and apparently there was some discussion about a possible Garfield party that night at the Wyndham, a hotel across the street from the Gaylord. The four of us agreed that we would meet there in the event that a party was actually going to take place. Before Tyler and I left to grab something small to eat, Raven and Noah asked us to take a photo of them with the Capital Wheel in the background. Tyler obliged.
This is what love looks like.
As Tyler and I munched on snacks and Vanilla Coke, we answered the call of a post on the MAGFest 21+ Facebook group and joined a small party upstairs at the Gaylord. We had a few drinks and then Tyler got a notification from Garfield Chat that there would seriously be a party at the Wyndham.
We rushed there posthaste and were met with grilling questions about Garfield by one of the dudes who asserted himself as the bouncer of the party. We answered correctly and were invited to join the party, reconvening with Noah and Raven. There were actually quite a few people there. We sat in the living room of the suite and watched Garfield-related things on YouTube while asking ourselves why this was a thing.
As more people showed up, I got put on bouncer duty. A girl came into the party and I stopped her, saying, “Hey, hey! Whoa. Before you can come in, you have to prove your mettle by answering some Garfield questions.”
“I’m down,” was her response.
“What’s your favorite day of the week?”
“Oh, that’s an easy one!” she said with confidence. “Monday!”
Every single person in the room groaned and yelled alterations of “Fuck no!” and “Get outta here!” The girl got flustered and said, “No, no! I fucked up, I meant NOT Monday!”
“Should we give her a second chance?” I asked the party host, whose name I never got. He nodded and I turned back toward the girl. “Who is the best character from Garfield?”
“Uh, Jon Arbuckle, duh.”
“Fuck no!” and “Get outta here!”, part two. Though, we eventually let her stay because we’re not actually that mean.
Suddenly someone suggested we view Garfield pornography and the host started to put it on, and that’s when everyone noped out and decided it was time to leave. We all got a group shot before scattering. As strange as it was, I won’t ever forget the Garfield party.
The Garfield Party.
We continued to hang with them until we grew too hungry to continue. We continued our routine of McDonald’s via Uber Eats and then decided to hit the arcade.
Sunday, January 6th, 2019
The last day of MAGFest. Tyler and I entered the day at the arcade room of the convention center, where we fought furiously for two hours in Dr. Mario on one of the arcade’s many PlayChoice-10 machines. It’s my favorite puzzle game, and, to toot my own horn, I’m really good at it. I’ve never met someone who could play at my skill level, but Tyler practiced up before the convention and gave me a run for my money. After all the games we played, he actually came out on top. I’m attributing my losses to tiredness, not the fact that Tyler is good at Dr. Mario.
Once that was over and Tyler was done “dabbing on me”, as the kids say, we hitched a ride back to the Airbnb with Uber and went to bed around 5 AM yet again.
We allowed ourselves more time to catch up on sleep this day, since the final day of the convention boasted few panels of interest. We were more interested in getting last-minute deals from vendors who were not interested in hauling their wares back home with them.
Somewhere around 1 PM, we went back to the Gaylord and hit the dealer floor for the last time. Immediately I spotted some Saturn games where there hadn’t been any before! I darted over to the booth and Tyler decided to pick some things up there as well. Along with his haul, I bundled mine: complete copies of F1 Challenge, Daytona USA, and Star Fighter for Saturn, Mega Man Zero 4 for Game Boy Advance, a complete copy of Tomb Raider III: Adventures of Lara Croft for PlayStation, and a complete copy of Crash Bandicoot: The Wrath of Cortex for PlayStation 2. Altogether our total haul was $100. Not too shabby!
Our entire group had plans to visit Washington, D.C., after we were all done with the convention, but before we left, I did a final sweep of the floor for any last Sega Saturn games. I found absolutely none, and after conversing with each seller about whether they had sold any to other people (and getting a resounding no each time), I concluded that I must have purchased every single North American Sega Saturn game at MAGFest. All six of them.
Before we decided to leave the vendor floor for the last time, I messaged Raven and Noah and asked them to meet us there to take a picture to commemorate our meeting each other and new friendship. They obliged, and we took the best and most important photo at MAGFest.
Noah, me, Tyler, and Raven. Garf buds for life!
We hugged and said our goodbyes, promising to see each other again soon, if not at the next MAGFest.
The rest of the afternoon was spent strolling around D.C. and wishing the public restrooms were open.
But I did find this way past cool guy!
When we returned to the Airbnb for the final night in Maryland, we all spent the evening together just talking and packing our things. As Tyler packed his Dreamcast VMU, he unboxed it and decided to pass the box on to me, saying, “I don’t care much about the box for this thing. But you do, don’t you?”
He knows me so well.
The following morning, we took Tyler to the Baltimore airport. I said goodbye, making him promise I’d see him again. I try to be a little tougher than normal around Tyler, even though we’re close and I can totally open up to him, but as I said goodbye, I shed a tear.
As we drove away from him and headed home, I shed a few more.
The entire haul from MAGFest 2019. I’ll be back next year for sure!
Wednesday, January 16th, 2019
Despite the fact that I love to pick up new games on their launch dates, I was busy during the launch day of New Super Mario Bros. U Deluxe. As such, I picked it up at a slightly later date from Target with my mom. Better late than never!
Saturday, January 19th, 2019
I’ve mentioned before in this column that I’m a member of a Facebook group called Long Island Retro Gaming, where I often find pretty good deals on games. About a week prior to this day, someone from the group was having a fire sale and selling tons of NES and SNES games at incredibly low prices. I met him in Oakdale here on Long Island to pick the games up. For $11, I snagged a copy each of Back to the Future, 720°,and Star Voyager, all for NES.
Sunday, January 27th, 2019
In the early afternoon, a friend of mine from high school hit me up seemingly at random on Facebook and asked if I wanted to buy some Super Nintendo games from him. I asked what he had and he sent me this photo:
What’s that? Some games I don’t have!?
I only had $20 on me at the time, so I wasn’t expecting to come away with most of those titles. I already had some of them, anyway, so I just asked him about three of the cheaper ones in particular.
He responded by saying I could take every single game for just $15, adding, “I just need to offload the stuff.”
I went to his house immediately.
I ended up reselling the games I already had with the exception of Super Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, which I sent to Tyler for free, since he needed it for his collection. The games I added to my collection were Top Gear, Micro Machines, Desert Strike: Return to the Gulf, Yoshi’s Cookie, Stunt Race FX, and Star Trek: The Next Generation: Future’s Past.
Hell yeah!
Tuesday, January 29th, 2019
I closed out the month the way almost every other gamer did: by buying a copy of Kingdom Hearts III from Target. And wouldn’t you know, I still haven’t touched it because I need to catch up on the series, which is a task more daunting than doing my taxes. But I’ll get there eventually.
Maybe.
The month in review:
I can’t express just how happy I am that I was able to attend MAGFest with my friends, see Tyler, and collect so many lovely games. I miss being there every day when I wake up in bed and realize I’m not at the Airbnb.
Over and over and over again.
Either way, thank you so much for sticking with me (or skimming, which is more likely). Next time on This Yard Has Saled, we talk about quite a few actual yard sales. Won’t that be fun?
Anchors aweigh!
