Things I did, in addition to hanging with Jim Butcher for the majority of the con:
Lunch with Seanan McGuire (twice)
Dinner with Jim Butcher, Pat Rothfuss, Brandon Sanderson, Chris Paolini, and his sister one evening (*screamflail*), then dinner with Seanan another evening.
Chillage with Amber Benson, Christopher Moore, Ian Corson, Anton Strout, Seanan McGuire, Peter Orullian, Kevin Hearne, Ernest Cline, and Penguin Editors of Extreme Awesomeness Anne Sowards, Jess Wade, and Erica Dunnoherlastname.
Drinks with Seanan McGuire, Rachel Caine (who IDENTIFIED me--Me: It's such a treat to meet you! I'm Priscilla. Rachel Caine: *delighted* Priscilla Spencer? Me: *squeakthud*), Anton Strout, Drunk Amber Benson, Pat Rothfuss (who kept giving Amber Malibu Rum and pineapple), Lev Grossman, and George R. R. Freaking Martin!
(I only spent like three minutes with George R. R. Martin, but he laughed at a joke I made! And he signed a bear and a tag for Books for Boobs! GREAT GUY.)
I was also ten feet away from Matt Smith at one point and passed Wil Wheaton on the street. And I hurt my wrist playing Wii Bowling with Seanan.
And I'm probably forgetting stuff.
In short, I won Comic Con. How is this my life?