Oh they came out in droves!
It was a sight to see. The weekend was not without its challenges, though. Managed to get in the car by 3 on Friday. Five and a half hours later the gods of the five let me pull into San Diego. I was fried.
The bender the night before was just the frosting on the hangnail.
I was a last minute addition to the carnage and as such I arrived with no hotel room and absolutely none available. Had a buddy with a bed in San Ysidro but that seemed like more hassle than anything. Decided to Trust In Providence.
-arrived & went to Sheraton to see jeremyscareme.
-he was busy smearing blood on self and 3 women
-told me to eat quick and deliver myself toCFQ party at (jeez) House of Blues.
-arrived at party in serious need of being turned around. I was grouchy and reticent.
-ass-tastic piss-poor eighties (ouch) glam cover band in basement whose stretch pants were baggy (motherfucking shameful) and wouldn't even BOTHER to pretend that they WEREN'T singing. The vocal track soldiered on... They weren't even pathetic enough to watch.
-many old friends whom I haven't seen since calling off my wedding were enormously kind and comforting.
-split for W hotel where rooftop balcony party ensued. The bar had sand. White sand like it was a beach; it was disconcerting, but finally it was a bar with decent scotch. Took the edge off. The joint was teeming with snarkily dressed tools and crabby looking women. I was really bummed when I realized I probably fit right in. Horrifying. Just another fashionably dressed ass clown at a idiotic hotel bar. Mental note made - become someone else soon.
-Fracas with security. I hope he smelled like grapefruit juice all night and went home sticky. Piece of shit.
-Room party with special effects artists, jeremyscareme (check his new shit - All Soul's Day), decent conversation and chicks taking off their clothes. Finally it got rowdy.
-Fell asleep under desk of gore flick director's room at Sheraton somewhere on some island in clothes.
-worked floor all next day.
-Joss Whedon came and chatted.
-Talked to good pals.
Found hotel room finally and crashed at 8 pm, woke starving at 5 am. Missed massive Masquerade Ball. Pissed. I love them freaks freaking out.
-worked some more.
-bought keen small press stuff and larger glossy things.
-got copy of SG book! Hooray.
-five hours home
Were it not for the gang from Almost Human I would have been sad. I was glad for friends.
Planning new tattoo.
It was a sight to see. The weekend was not without its challenges, though. Managed to get in the car by 3 on Friday. Five and a half hours later the gods of the five let me pull into San Diego. I was fried.
The bender the night before was just the frosting on the hangnail.
I was a last minute addition to the carnage and as such I arrived with no hotel room and absolutely none available. Had a buddy with a bed in San Ysidro but that seemed like more hassle than anything. Decided to Trust In Providence.
-arrived & went to Sheraton to see jeremyscareme.
-he was busy smearing blood on self and 3 women
-told me to eat quick and deliver myself toCFQ party at (jeez) House of Blues.
-arrived at party in serious need of being turned around. I was grouchy and reticent.
-ass-tastic piss-poor eighties (ouch) glam cover band in basement whose stretch pants were baggy (motherfucking shameful) and wouldn't even BOTHER to pretend that they WEREN'T singing. The vocal track soldiered on... They weren't even pathetic enough to watch.
-many old friends whom I haven't seen since calling off my wedding were enormously kind and comforting.
-split for W hotel where rooftop balcony party ensued. The bar had sand. White sand like it was a beach; it was disconcerting, but finally it was a bar with decent scotch. Took the edge off. The joint was teeming with snarkily dressed tools and crabby looking women. I was really bummed when I realized I probably fit right in. Horrifying. Just another fashionably dressed ass clown at a idiotic hotel bar. Mental note made - become someone else soon.
-Fracas with security. I hope he smelled like grapefruit juice all night and went home sticky. Piece of shit.
-Room party with special effects artists, jeremyscareme (check his new shit - All Soul's Day), decent conversation and chicks taking off their clothes. Finally it got rowdy.
-Fell asleep under desk of gore flick director's room at Sheraton somewhere on some island in clothes.
-worked floor all next day.
-Joss Whedon came and chatted.
-Talked to good pals.
Found hotel room finally and crashed at 8 pm, woke starving at 5 am. Missed massive Masquerade Ball. Pissed. I love them freaks freaking out.
-worked some more.
-bought keen small press stuff and larger glossy things.
-got copy of SG book! Hooray.
-five hours home
Were it not for the gang from Almost Human I would have been sad. I was glad for friends.
Planning new tattoo.
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gothikai:
I'm glad you are my new friend, too. What's your new tattoo going to be?
gothikai:
Good luck finding it then. If you come across any cool gothic artwork, send it my way.