it was an awesome weekend, friday to sunday. jampacked full of fun horror goodness. i haven’t had a chance to write it all out, so here’s some choice snippets from what happened that i’ll be elaborating on later.
the VIP party friday night…spent most of the night saying “omg that’s fucking ‘so n so’ that just walked in!” so that was fun. stood a foot away from Barbara, hot girl from Hostel, met Pinhead, met Camden Toy from Buffy, and many others. met two girls from Montana that were sitting all alone and quiet, so i chatted with them for a while, we were gonna hang out but i never found them again all weekend. oh, and i was in the lobby on the phone with SHE when Lew Temple walked in, he was as 70s pimp as i was! he’s a great dresser. let’s see…had lots to drink…
saturday came early, woke up and had $15 breakfast…didn’t see anyone in line, came back an hour later (early admission VIP) and it was fucking PACKED. waited i think an hour 40 to see Romero, had the MOST ANNOYING FUCKING douchebags behind us…thought they were experts in everything. first time in my life i was 2 seconds away from telling strangers to shut their fucking mouths. so, met romero, roamed around a bit more, got some pics and autographs…left and went to Grapevine Mills for lunch, came back, mingled some more and looked around…had some drinks (i drank vodka literally all day saturday and friday night) and ordered pizza. so, then we rested a bit, and decided to go check out the hotel bar again and see who was roaming around.
my companions got bored and tired…so i roamed alone. hung out at the bar in my snazzy diamondback pants and didn’t take long to meet people. met some cute girls, met some cool guys…started networking…met Jonathan Breck who played the Jeepers Creepers monster and partied with him a bit (more later) and found a table of some cool folks from OKC who had Angela Bettis (May) at their table, so i got to chat with her, and end up getting her to crack up laughing at some Dane Cook jokes (who she’d never heard of??!!!) anyway…tried to party with Breck and Toy and some of their friends, but we went to the “party” room and no one answered. so then they mentioned going to Jeff Combs’ room and knocking and running, but we didn’t. hah. so…a drunk girl i’d met came and told us room 230…so we go there for the sausage fest (breck and et al left except for Toy) and got to see major chick drama as usual.
umm…ended up staying out til 5am and met some very cool people though.
then woke up at 9am hungover as shit on sunday…saw all the stars i’d met the night before…so it was nice having personal interaction and them remembering hanging out and such…
and…then i left.
go look at my pictures.
i’ll be writing more detailed stories soon!

oh, and not to leave out…i dreamt of Lashes every night i was there, so that was entertaining and a bit unexpected…those stories aren’t for everyone to hear 🙂