This morning I woke at 9:00 with the alarm, since I actually had something of an early agenda, grabbed a quick shower and dressed for the day. The wife was still lazing in bed, so I kissed her goodbye and headed over to the con to make sure I was able to find seating for the Don Rosa
retrospective that was happening. I mean, I've never had trouble finding seating for these smaller panels, but I always prefer to hedge my bets and get there a bit early just to ensure that I've got a spot, lest I be caught out in the cold that one time
things get packed. Happily, I caught the last half of the Drawn & Quarterly
panel, which was hosted by the same little gal that I recall from their panel last year, as well as their booth, so it's kinda cool to think that there's a sense of continuity with that company and the faces associated with it.
|Rosa With His Award.|
As With The Parties The Wife
And I Attend: Youngest Guy In
The Room By 20 Years.
The spotlight on Don Rosa
was next and was pretty amazing, hosted by his friend and publisher Gary Groth
, and he even received the Inkpot Award
as a little surprise during the panel. Led by Groth
's questions, Rosa
told some fun anecdotes about how he got into the business and how Disney
's greed drove him out for a time, when they suddenly decided that they get to keep his art, as if based on the sudden popularity of his work making their books worth picking up, which seems like a real dick move on their part. Shocker, a corporate entity trying to bully the little work-for-hire artist - I guess some shit never changes.
After the panel I headed back over to the hotel to meet the wife for lunch, heading up to the room to cool off for a few minutes after the walk, then we headed back downstairs to grab the car and go get some lunch away from the hustle and bustle of the convention's biggest day, just because it seemed easier to be out shopping elsewhere than fighting those types of crowds.
The Fashion Valley Mall
is a spot where we'd had fun before, so we found parking and hit up the Neiman Marcus
for a quiet, tasty meal at their restaurant Zodiac
. Our waiter was a kindly older gentleman who really amused me when I commented that their popover was quite the commitment because of how big it looked, and he replied "Oh no, they're hollow, they are like phantoms!" which really cracked me up and did turn out to be true once you cut into the thing. We had a great meal and then spent some time wandering the mall, shopping for bras and what have you for the wife, with me electing to chill outside the store here or there to try to jot down a few notes for Thursday
's post since I was becoming increasingly behind on this whole process due to the trip, which I chalk up to me reading on the plane here instead of starting in on the notes process like I might usually have done.
We finished up the shopping back at Neiman's
for some cologne for me, then found our way back to the hotel to chill for a bit. I traded a few texts with SL
along the way back, which mainly tells me that he's chilling until later that evening, somewhere in the neighborhood of 10:00 PM
or so to go boozing at something called a drink and draw, then off to the Hyatt
as is usually the case for the last big night of the convention.
After cooling off a bit I asked the wife if she was up for going downstairs to grab a drink with me at the Vela
place, which has a bar and looked to be a lot quieter than the other
hotel bar, which rocks loud music that can be heard on the far some of the building for some reason or another.
|Ann Bowman Created Orgies.|
We're seated at the bar for a bit chit-chatting when a familiar-
looking guy strolls up and sits beside the wife with a little appointment book full of papers and other stuff, ordering a beer and tequila. Not being super-obvious, I eyeballed him slightly, trying to place him, then it hits me finally that I'm pretty sure that it's Nicholas Brendon
, but I'm still not completely certain (as I haven't watched the show in ages and it was like a decade ago, so he's aged, obviously...), so when he steps away to have a smoke to whatever I make a point of doing some online research to confirm the visible tattoos that he's sporting, and I'll be Goddamned
if it's not him! I mentioned this to the wife and when he returned she casually jokes that she roofied
his beer as he comes back and we kinda share a laugh, which eventually leads me to just throw out there "Hey man, by the way, big fan. I really enjoyed you in Psycho Beach Party
." just because I figure if you're gonna nerd out and bother the guy in public you might as well go for deep cuts
, not the most obvious stuff you'd know him for, right?
Plus that movie was
a helluva lot of fun.
He seemed to respond to that and mentioned that someone he'd worked with on that film is now involved with his current TV
show (Criminal Minds
, I had no idea) and we ended up chatting with the guy for a good 45 minutes, exchanging odd details of our lives, his crazy exes, the wife's family wealth - it's fucking crazy where conversation goes that quickly
. Hell, this man even knows how the wife and I met now, which was funny, especially since he leaned across the wife, gesturing me towards him and scratched my head with both hands on either side like a good dog getting rubbed behind the ears, then did the same thing to my beard, just because he found our meeting story so sweet. Topper to that is that he then noted the bartenders puzzled looks and looked around mock-suspiciously and says "I don't wanna see any Goddamned
cellphones around here!" which cracked me up.
He eventually settled up his tab and gave each of us a hug before heading on his way. Crazy afternoon to be sure, but I gotta say that I have GREAT fucking luck in hotel bars as far as celebrity spotting
goes. Go, me.
|Yum. I'd KILL For A Full Bar,|
But Still: Yum.
Texting back and forth with SL
during our bar hangout, he'd agreed to dinner out just for the hell of it, so we finally tabbed out and grabbed the car to fight traffic over to his hotel, then the wife drove us out to a sushi place in Del Mar
called Shimbashi Izakaya
, which was great food and a quiet little area, then we headed back to San Diego
where we'd decided that it'd be easiest to just have the wife drop us at an intersection near the drink and draw party, which she was nice enough to do before heading 'home' to relax in the room.
Walking down the block looking for the party we passed a young woman in an R2D2
one piece swimsuit and heels, yelling into her cellphone about something, obviously pissed off at some dude who wasn't where he said he'd be to let her into an apartment or some shit. We noted the cute girl and moved on with our lives, finally spotting a likely address across the way and crossing the street at the corner. We're standing outside the venue talking while SL
finishes a cigarette and suddenly I have a dude bounce off me as R2D2
shoved him into me, amid a flurry of threats and cursing. The dude bounced off me (thankfully I was standing with my arms crossed across my chest and am of a decent size that it just startled
me rather than knocking me down or hurting me) and then this guy shoves her between a couple parked cars and darted on down the block, lost in the flow of people with her still
in pursuit and other people saying "Holy shit, he almost shoved that girl into traffic!" I hear dudes down the block saying that he just hit her, so hopefully they stepped in or something, but they'd already been swept along in the wave off passerby by this time, so who knows? Honestly, this is the only violence I've really seen at this event, though there has been stuff in the news about shit getting out of hand here or there, but thankfully the event is usually pretty chill in spite of the press of humanity that one must navigate.
We finally headed downstairs to the drink and draw, which was sweaty but chatty fun, with people posing for artists to draw or folks just mingling and shooting the shit. The bar left a bit to be desired, but that seems to be the running gag as far as this sort of off-campus event goes, so I had an off brand vodka and Diet Coke
and visited with some folks that SL
is acquainted with while he did his best to bring a couple guys together with a publisher to get all
of his friends working on stuff together.
We eventually caught a cab over to the Hyatt
, which surprised me since we've walked
all over hell and half of Georgia
every time I've been here, so I had no idea
that a cab was even on the list of options for evenings like tonight! I've just always followed SL
's lead, because I figured that he was the expert at getting around this place. Hell, I'd do this all the fucking time
if I wasn't signing up to walk 6 miles over the course of an evening, y'know? The Hyatt
was abut the same as it ever was, filled to the brim with folks and we spent some more time chatting with SL
's various friends and I noticed that I managed to miss out on saying hey to the Warner Archives
guy by mere moments (He'd been in one place for over a half hour, I go to say hello and he's walked up his own ass and disappeared!) I visited here or there with a few more of SL
's buddies, then had a nice end of evening chat after the bar closed with SL
out front of the hotel before we said our goodbyes and I headed back to the hotel.
I made the trek back to the Bayfront
, showered off the evening and then spent too much time on the iPad
with games and Facebook
catchup before finally crashing shortly after 4:00 AM
, hoping to sleep in the next day.
Be seeing you.