So Sunday…9am…my cousin wakes my drunken, hungover ass up, after me passing out (literally) at 5am. A crispy crème donut and a shower later, we’re off to the convention again. This is where it became like “Tulsa” for me…everywhere we walked people were like “hey dude!” cuz I’d partied with them the night before. I guess I partied much longer than them since they beat me downstairs. My cousin’s wife ran into Camden downstairs and talked to him, told him that she heard he had a late night out partying with me, and he was like “why do you think I’m drinking red bull??” haha. Good stuff.

So I think I forgot something? I don’t know, for some reason I was walking back to the room and I saw Breck’s friends and he was like “HEY DUDE 925!!!!” hah…yeah…the reference to the infamous party room that didn’t happen. We laughed and I told him it ended up at room 230, and his girl was like wtf the drunk girl was right?? Now I know…trust the drunk girl next time.

I went and got in line to get Sid Haig’s autograph for Lacy, so I got that knocked out of the way and Lew Temple was right next to him and had no line. He noticed me and said hello, and I told him how he’d missed out last night, and that I ended up dealing with the crazy drunk girl that was harassing him. That made him laugh of course, he was like “yeah better you than me dude!” heh. I just told him it was great to meet him, etc, he said the same, and told me to keep dressing the way I do. Beat that you preppie fuckers, Lew likes my style 😉

So then it was off to see little Angela Bettis and get her to sign my copy of May. She smiled at me when I got there and asked “so did the bald eagle steal your bacon??” haha…nice that she remembered and even recognized me. We chatted for a bit, she asked about the partying that she missed out on, etc. She’s a really sweet girl and definitely seems like a cool chick to hang out with. Too bad she’s famous right? So she hugged me again and said goodbye, maybe she’ll make it to another convention next year.

Then I went over to Breck to get his autograph, and he sorta did the same thing as his friend, he was like “heyyy you ever find that party?? Haha!” We chatted for a minute, told him he missed out after we found the other party, blah blah. Got a pic with him and went on my way. Hell after that I think we hit a couple more vendors and were out the door…and that’s pretty much the end of the journey. Oh, I did get Camden’s autograph too, my sister loves Buffy. Definitely a great group of people that I got to meet and actually hang out with, and I can’t wait to have some repeat performances at the next convention. I just need to remember my sweetass pants and a great tux jacket.

i got hugs, handshakes, and great pics, and this year’s convention was 100 times better than last year. if you didn’t go…you suck. now you know better!

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Blake Cover
Thanks. Now I feel as if I suck. Way to make me feel bad. First you rub in the whole “I partied with horror icons, and you didn’t,” and then you tell me I suck for not being there. It’s enough to make a grown man cry… GOTH TEARS.
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