08-26-2010, 04:48 PM
So anyway.
(I'm going to start all my stories with 'So anyway' because it's something Kurt Vonnegut would do and I don't have an original bone in my body).
I drove to comic-con with a couple poker/artist buddies. Sheperd Hendrix and Jimmie Robinson. Shep and I were sharing a hotel room with Derek McCulloch (sharing wiki links to enhance story). Jimmie had accepted an offer from a fan to stay at his house in San Diego. This fan was Enrique.
We dropped Jimmie off at Enrique's house before heading to the con. Enrique was a Navy psych employee and one of the coolest, nicest people I've ever met. Not only did he let me park my car at his place the whole time he helped with luggage and moving product to the booth.
He also found this lady wandering around the con that looked like Jimmie's super-villain, Bomb Queen.
She turned out to be a stripper at a local club.
Jimmie talked to her about appearing in costume next year and holding a party at the club. She wanted to OK it with the club's manager and her husband (a security officer at the convention center). She gave Jimmie a bunch of free passes and said come on down.
Enrique was driving. He had a 2009 Charger or something with 22" rims and Eminem booming from the speakers.
We entered the club and were ushered to a corner booth. One of the girls sat on a friends lap and the rest of us nervously cried 'we're married'. Soon the manager came by and talked with Jimmie for a while. He bought us a round of drinks and told us to enjoy ourselves.
Finally plans were made for a 'Bomb Queen' after-party at the club in 2011. We took off like the scared comic-book nerds we were and high-tailed it back to the safety of our room.
Next year will be interesting. Want to come?
(I'm going to start all my stories with 'So anyway' because it's something Kurt Vonnegut would do and I don't have an original bone in my body).
I drove to comic-con with a couple poker/artist buddies. Sheperd Hendrix and Jimmie Robinson. Shep and I were sharing a hotel room with Derek McCulloch (sharing wiki links to enhance story). Jimmie had accepted an offer from a fan to stay at his house in San Diego. This fan was Enrique.
We dropped Jimmie off at Enrique's house before heading to the con. Enrique was a Navy psych employee and one of the coolest, nicest people I've ever met. Not only did he let me park my car at his place the whole time he helped with luggage and moving product to the booth.
He also found this lady wandering around the con that looked like Jimmie's super-villain, Bomb Queen.
She turned out to be a stripper at a local club.
Jimmie talked to her about appearing in costume next year and holding a party at the club. She wanted to OK it with the club's manager and her husband (a security officer at the convention center). She gave Jimmie a bunch of free passes and said come on down.
Enrique was driving. He had a 2009 Charger or something with 22" rims and Eminem booming from the speakers.
We entered the club and were ushered to a corner booth. One of the girls sat on a friends lap and the rest of us nervously cried 'we're married'. Soon the manager came by and talked with Jimmie for a while. He bought us a round of drinks and told us to enjoy ourselves.
Finally plans were made for a 'Bomb Queen' after-party at the club in 2011. We took off like the scared comic-book nerds we were and high-tailed it back to the safety of our room.
Next year will be interesting. Want to come?
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