AISLE SEAT 2.0.57
By Marc Mason
Or does it only seem like it?
So last night, I tried to find my hotel room, only to discover that I had drank it. Both Brandon and I tied on one in epic fashion, and we discovered a couple of other friends that had as well. So when I woke up this morning… wow. It was ugly. My head was pounding, and I had no voice. On the bright side, when the room was spinning last night, I didn’t have what usually comes next after that.
No repeat tonight. If you’ve ever tried to do cast interviews for a TV show in a loud room when you have a hangover and no voice, you’d understand.
After the stuff with the SGU folks, I caught up with a friend that just arrived in town today, did some shopping (I performed my legal duty to buy SCOTT PILGRIM 6), and then did my stint at the NBM booth. Once again I guarded the section with the books from the Eurotica imprint. It turns out that I am a very efficient smut peddler- I helped move a LOT of books, though to be fair, that sort of material doesn’t need much assistance.
Finishing up that two hour block, I headed down the first aisle and began my through run of the show. I found a booth that was doing better prices than everyone else on discount trades, including $5 books from IDW. I pulled one of those, two 60% off Marvels, and two 60% off DC books. Pretty solid haul- $36 total for the five.
I also had the opportunity to bump into other folks I know and hadn’t seen yet as I completed my afternoon and do some catching up. I got all the way back to aisle fifteen on my thorough run before deciding to call it and head back to my room. Now it’s time to get ready to wander back down and do dinner. Then: a much soberer version of BarCon.
That’s feasible. Right?