10-31-2016, 01:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-31-2016, 02:02 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Only one person at Tiger Claw recognized my costume. I guess you need to know martial arts. It's not like we're a martial arts company or something... 
BOO! Night 1: No one in Rock Med wore a costume. I had acquired a Katana (ala the flower vase in Suicide Squad) mask for under $5, picked up some red sashes and a rising sun armband from work. I had a plastic katana too (actually it was high-impact polypropylene) but I didn't carry it as they weren't allowing any such props into the venue and it just wouldn't have been fair. I was imagining taking selfies with a lot of Harley Quinn's but I only saw one near the end of the evening, and she was rather spent so I didn't bother. Few people picked up that I was a male Katana (I'm told gender swapping is 'in' with comics nowadays) but the mask was effective on its own and I got a fair amount of thumbs up and compliments, considering what a mediocre store-bought costume it was. The audience costumes, like with previous EDM, were mediocre too, so I fit right in, I suppose.
I cooked up a lammy, knowing that RM wouldn't have it together given the end of the season. We used to do lammies for any show that was more than two, but now, it's rare to get them for anything but major events. My lammy was very well received so I'll keep making them, when I have the time and inclination.
Insomniac had a helluva time getting the stage ready. They delayed letting the audience in because they just weren't together yet. Even when the doors opened, it wasn't quite finished (as we would discover the following night). I wasn't impressed by anyone I heard - Tough Love, Joyride, Valentino Khan - they all sounded the same to me.
It was busy in RM - a lot of ETOH, another vomitorium.
Then I got a call - a major candy flipper (L+M...those crazy kids). He was young, big and strong and came in restrained to a gurney. We left him there because I didn't want to wrestle, given my messed up back, and there was no one to back me up wrestling. Chemical restraint was added, and he was raging, but would respond, so I was optimistic. The ambulance crew, security and much of RM was skeptical, but I earned my keep and rode it out with him, aided mainly by an old friend from Security, Rick. Rick and I go back to the very beginning, nearly three decades ago. We got him down and he left with a friend. It was a good save - one worthy enough to keep my rep up as the main psych guy. The talkdown went from around 9 to 12:30, after which I left promptly. It was a long lonely road home and i wanted to save some for the next day.
BOO! Night 1: No one in Rock Med wore a costume. I had acquired a Katana (ala the flower vase in Suicide Squad) mask for under $5, picked up some red sashes and a rising sun armband from work. I had a plastic katana too (actually it was high-impact polypropylene) but I didn't carry it as they weren't allowing any such props into the venue and it just wouldn't have been fair. I was imagining taking selfies with a lot of Harley Quinn's but I only saw one near the end of the evening, and she was rather spent so I didn't bother. Few people picked up that I was a male Katana (I'm told gender swapping is 'in' with comics nowadays) but the mask was effective on its own and I got a fair amount of thumbs up and compliments, considering what a mediocre store-bought costume it was. The audience costumes, like with previous EDM, were mediocre too, so I fit right in, I suppose.
I cooked up a lammy, knowing that RM wouldn't have it together given the end of the season. We used to do lammies for any show that was more than two, but now, it's rare to get them for anything but major events. My lammy was very well received so I'll keep making them, when I have the time and inclination.
Insomniac had a helluva time getting the stage ready. They delayed letting the audience in because they just weren't together yet. Even when the doors opened, it wasn't quite finished (as we would discover the following night). I wasn't impressed by anyone I heard - Tough Love, Joyride, Valentino Khan - they all sounded the same to me.
It was busy in RM - a lot of ETOH, another vomitorium.
Then I got a call - a major candy flipper (L+M...those crazy kids). He was young, big and strong and came in restrained to a gurney. We left him there because I didn't want to wrestle, given my messed up back, and there was no one to back me up wrestling. Chemical restraint was added, and he was raging, but would respond, so I was optimistic. The ambulance crew, security and much of RM was skeptical, but I earned my keep and rode it out with him, aided mainly by an old friend from Security, Rick. Rick and I go back to the very beginning, nearly three decades ago. We got him down and he left with a friend. It was a good save - one worthy enough to keep my rep up as the main psych guy. The talkdown went from around 9 to 12:30, after which I left promptly. It was a long lonely road home and i wanted to save some for the next day.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse