Ok, so, Saturday morning, we woke up way early, had breakfast and then got ready to go get in line for Romero. We were VIP, so we would get in an hour early, but the line beat us down there. We waited about 1.5 hrs to get Romero’s autograph, but it was well worth it. Only problem were the douchebag fanboys that were behind us, I swear…they remind me of every dude that hangs out in vintage stock and pretends to know the world about movies. Ugh. Not often do I want to slap people or confront them, but I was inches away from it. Anyway, enough about them. So we got the autograph, my cousin got a few more, then we hit up Lew Temple (devil’s rejects). I had seen him the night before in the lobby, he’d just flown in. He was in an awesome tux jacket, he’s a total pimp dresser like me. I told him that I’d seen him and that his jacket was awesome, he was like “dude, I remember seeing you! That was a sweet jacket too.” So I got props from Lew. I got Jeff Combs’ autograph that day, and he commented on my “what would cthulhu do” tshirt, so that was cool. I’ll be posting pics of my autographs soon as well. Nothing too exciting during the daytime, just pushing through crowds and looking at the vendors. My cuz bought a sweetass Leatherface mask replica that Savini handmade, it looks JUST LIKE the movie one. Well, seeing as how it’s made from the movie mold, it’s a true replica. It will make for a killer costume. He got a few auto’s from the new Halloween girls as well, and OMG I think the hottest girl there…she was in Cabin Fever…and she was the naked foreign exchange student from “Not Another Teen Movie.” She is…amazing. Very buxom, about 5’6 and just lovely. I digress.

So, day goes on, we go eat lunch at the mall, I drink vodka…all day…so fast forward to the night.

We go downstairs about 9ish or so, they were previewing a local movie but the room was way crowded, so we just hit the bar. My cuz and his wife weren’t really feeling it I guess, so they wanted to go to the room. We went up, I refilled, and went back down to the bar. In pants like mine…you automatically make friends, so I was well ready to mingle.

I stood near the bar and found some interesting people, just sorta hovered, and then Lew Temple came in again and talked to the people in front of me, so I eased my way in and said hi to him, and again he was like “damn dude! Those pants are fuckin awesome!!” so we chatted about style for a minute, and I deferred to him as being more pimp than me, of course I’d never say “dude I dress better than you.” So…yeah. One of the girls was flattering him about his performance and he was very humble, so that was refreshing. She was saying she acts, but she’s nowhere near his level, and he was like “no man, we’re all the same, I’m no different than you.” So that…was very respectful. Well, apparently a drunk crazy girl was annoying him, and she walked up, so he took off to avoid her. well…guess who gets stuck? Ya, me. She grabbed my arm and asked me to walk her to her car to get cigs, so I go. She’s a little gropey, but I’m drunk, so whatever. She was really cute anyway…short skirt and fishnet hose…rawr. So, as we’re walking, she’s drinking an appletini…and I made a “Scrubs” joke so she was crackin up. Also she gets a call from her ex…that used to beat her…and he’s on his way. Lovely. So I speed her up to her car, and get her back inside. Some of the bigger guys I’d met that night were nearby, so I tell them about it and they gladly agreed to watch my back and hers, and that they wouldn’t let anything happen to her, so that was comforting. Now what…

Oh, so on the way in the parking lot with the drunk girl, we met a few people here and there, one of them with a Mohawk, and he was from OKC. He said he was sitting in the bar, and me being from Tulsa…I told him I’d come hang with the Oklahoma boys. So…we go in, I find their table…and who’s sitting with them? Angela Bettis…from May. Yeah. Just chillin at the table. She was talking to one of the guys at the table so I didn’t interrupt, I just introduced myself to the rest of the people from OKC, turns out we knew a lot of mutual people from the goth scene, so that was cool.

Well, I wander over and talk to two girls I’d just met (when I met Lew Temple), one I nicknamed pigtails, and the other I won’t say her name to protect her identity…since I don’t know her ? they were both adorable as well. So we chit chat a minute, no big deal, then I see Jonathan Breck at the bar and no one was bothering him, so I went up and said hello. I told him I appreciate what he does, that’s what I’ve been saying to all of them actually. I tried not to spout any stupid fanboy crap to them that they’ve heard over and over, I just said my piece and would walk away. I told him he played a great role, and he asked what I liked about it, so I told him my fav scenes. If you don’t know…the first Jeepers Creepers…the best scene was him dumping bodies at the house as the car drives by…he stops and sees them…and starts walking toward the road…just creepy as shit. And for part 2…in the beginning…he’s on the scarecrow post, the kid is looking away, and the kid turns to look at him and he jerks his head back straight. Just fucking…creepy again. So I tell him about those and he’s like YES! And told me that first scene from the movie he had sorta improv’d, that it wasn’t totally written that way. It was what he thought the reaction would be to be that monster and someone to see him dumping those bodies. Either way, I told him he nailed it, so he appreciated that. I told him I’d seen Camden earlier but he was pissed, and that I’d seen him hanging with Camden the night before but hadn’t realized who he was (and apologized). So…it was cool, actually chatted with him a bit, clinked glasses and cheered. So I let him be, went back to find Angela Bettis, of course she was tied up with more fans, and one of the OKC girls was like “dude cmere!” and pulled me to her and got her attention and introduced me, hah…so I tell her the same thing, that I appreciate what she does, she’s great, etc. she’s all smiles, she’s so tiny and so cute. Anyway, so they call last call at the bar…a couple had already brought Angela a drink and we clinked and cheered, and being last call I asked if she needed another, and then yes…walked away from her to go get a last drink, telling her I’ll be right back 😉

I know…I’m hardcore. Did I see any of the other fat nerdy fans do that? Hell no!

So, I get my drink and go back, and Camden had shown up, so I waved to him and went to talk to Angela again. I talked to her about my fav scene in May, and I can’t explain it or it will ruin the movie. Anyway, it was creepy as hell, and she started laughing saying it cracked her up shooting that scene…hah…which made me like her even more ? so I go along with it…ribbing her about it saying “wtf, this is great, ANGELA BETTIS is lauging at me!!” so she cracked up more…very cool chick. And somehow, I was fairly drunk and I don’t remember the segway, but she was talking about going to sleep so she could wake up and deal with the crowds tomorrow and how she was gonna look so terrible (she kinda pulled down her eyes and cheeks with her hands saying she’ll look that way) and I told her I’d be the guy that looks like this (and did the same thing) that comes to see her tomorrow. Oh, the segway…somehow I slipped in some Dane Cook jokes, the ones dealing with sleep punching people in the face and “the bald eagle stole my bacon” and she was laughing so hard, telling me I’m hilarious…so I’m like no sweetie…I can’t take credit…have you not heard Dane Cook? And get this…no…she’s all “who?” poor angela didn’t know who dane was. So she pulled out her purse and wrote down the name to look him up. She told me I pulled it off well and should have said it was my joke ? I think she was flirting….anyway. She made her rounds and said bye to everyone, and came over to me and hugged me! Aww. Yeah bitches…I hugged Angela Bettis. Moreso, she hugged ME. You betta recognize.

So I leave her be…and Camden and Breck had made their way over, so I’m talking to them and the bar is near closing, and Breck is acting so funny. He was pretty drunk and like, bullcharging his friends. I told him he needed to make the finger horns on his head, so he went with that method. I took some pics of him and his friends with their camera (sadly no, I didn’t have my cam with me to capture all this). And I’d mentioned this other guy said they were having a big party in room 925, and I suggest we all head up and check it out…so off we go. Along the way, they suggest we go wake up Jeff Combs and take him with us, or just knock on his room and run…so…haha…i can’t tell you how funny that moment was. We didn’t though. They just said their impression of him and what he would say about being tired and having kids or something. Good stuff.

So…we go to the party room…lo and behold no one answers. I told them “oh great, I’m the asshole that doesn’t know where the party is!!” so they laughed at me. Nice. We got back in the elevator to go look for the guy, but they ended up heading out (breck and his pals) but Camden stuck with. I couldn’t find the party guy, but in the meantime on the elevator, the drunk girl with the abusive boyfriend came and latched on and said “find me in room 230 soon” so…I’m thinking, ok, drunk. Anyway, me and Camden stopped and talked to some people, then we went to room 230 after finding a crowd of others going there, and yes…sausage party! Woohoo. But it was Pigtails’ and the other girl’s room! Nice. So I got to flirt with pigtails some more, she was pretty friendly….but we won’t go into that.

We hung for a bit, Camden I think was a bit nervous, so he didn’t stay too long. Me and the girls walked him to the elevator and bid him adieu, and then went back to drinking.

As you’d know it…more drama occurred…boys wanting to flirt with girls, jealousy, etc…so the night went on a downhill swerve after that. I dealt with a bit of it, walked some girls out, talked, consoled, whatever. It’s my role..you know it.

End of the night about 5am I had my bottle of vodka and a cup in the lobby, no wait, I’d drank it all by then…or they did, I don’t remember. Anyway, I met one of the vendor girls, very cute blonde in a tight little outfit and she was hula hooping. How cute is that? Talked to a couple guys hanging out with her, I think from new mexico? Alberquerque? I don’t remember. Anyway, it turned blurry around then, since it was 5am and I’d drank all day…so I called it a night…headed up to the room and passed the fuck out….

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Blake Cover
I don’t know what they’re complaining about. I read it, and then I cried because I’m not you.

In my dreams, I’m you. It’s fabulous. I have better fashion sense. I’m no longer a hermit hiding from the government in a shack full of guns. I met famous horror icons, and I eat babies. It’s pretty awesome.
Reply(1)4 years ago

Daniel Self
haha…that’s true flattery right there. i live a rough life indeed my friend, dreaming of me is the only way to get close to it!
4 years ago

Duran Durangela
Yeah dude, I’m not reading all of that. 🙂
I just woke up and I think my brain would explode.
Reply4 years ago

The Dalai Mama
Gawd! This is way to much reading for me. 🙁 I refuse to read this. I’ll wait for you to tell me in person.
Reply4 years ago