if you say you're gonna go, then be careful
So .... I'm going to Comic-Con.
No, I'm serious: I'M GOING TO COMIC-CON.
A couple of months ago, I signed up for a Member ID, which was the first step to getting that coveted badge. And three nights ago, I got an email saying that badges would go on sale on Saturday.
Me: SHIT
Amelia: What?
Me: I scheduled an interview for 11 a.m., which is exactly the same time that the badges go on sale.
Amelia: ... Maybe Missy can do it for you?
Me: Maybe...
I got my sister and my mother involved, and my mom -- MY MOM -- went through the registration process, and signed me and my father up* for the four-day badge.
I -- I can't -- HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO COMIC-CON
*And here's the .... opposite of silver lining. See, I was totally okay with going alone. God knows, I've gone on enough trips by myself to manage San Diego Comic-Con. When I was talking about going to Comic-Con at first, Dad was asking me who was going with me. And I said no one -- Amelia hates crowds, Kerri's in Alabama, and Thomas wouldn't be able to afford it. So Dad says, "Hey, I'll go with you."
I still maintain that Dad doesn't understand what Comic-Con is. I think he thinks that there's going to be some panels for TV and Movies ("OH, the cast of The Avengers will be there, right?" "No, Dad, because by the time we get there, The Avengers will have already been in theaters." "Oh."), but mostly, there will be people selling old comic books.
There's also the issue of finding a hotel room. Because I don't have any problem staying in either an El Cheapo place that's within walking distance or a very expensive hotel also within walking distance, because when am I going to get to go to Comic-Con again? (Next year?) But now it's turning into this Family Vacation Thing and we're all going to have to share a hotel room and Dad says "I don't mind having to drive into San Diego from, I don't know, half an hour away?" and he's going to be completely overwhelmed by the geekery and the media and the craziness of Comic-Con which I thrive on, and then there's my mother asking me, directly after mentioning that I am going to go see the Vampire Diaries panel, "Oh, maybe you can network?" And all I can think of is "Yes, because the thing I'm going to give Ian Somerhalder is my unpublished script."
The good news is that if Emily from San Francisco comes down to visit, Dad can give her his badge for a couple of days while he, Mom and Missy go to the beach or something. And to keep my calm (somewhat), I just keep thinking to myself:
holy shit I could be in the same room as Ian Somerhalder holy shit I could be in the same room as Ian Somerhalder.
I'm telling you: 2012 is either going to be the best year ever, or the world is going to end. But if the world ends, at least I'm going to be in the same freaking room as Ian Somerhalder before I die.
OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS MAYBE THERE'LL BE A PREVIEW OF THE NEXT JAMES BOND MOVIE HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
No, I'm serious: I'M GOING TO COMIC-CON.
A couple of months ago, I signed up for a Member ID, which was the first step to getting that coveted badge. And three nights ago, I got an email saying that badges would go on sale on Saturday.
Me: SHIT
Amelia: What?
Me: I scheduled an interview for 11 a.m., which is exactly the same time that the badges go on sale.
Amelia: ... Maybe Missy can do it for you?
Me: Maybe...
I got my sister and my mother involved, and my mom -- MY MOM -- went through the registration process, and signed me and my father up* for the four-day badge.
I -- I can't -- HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO COMIC-CON
*And here's the .... opposite of silver lining. See, I was totally okay with going alone. God knows, I've gone on enough trips by myself to manage San Diego Comic-Con. When I was talking about going to Comic-Con at first, Dad was asking me who was going with me. And I said no one -- Amelia hates crowds, Kerri's in Alabama, and Thomas wouldn't be able to afford it. So Dad says, "Hey, I'll go with you."
I still maintain that Dad doesn't understand what Comic-Con is. I think he thinks that there's going to be some panels for TV and Movies ("OH, the cast of The Avengers will be there, right?" "No, Dad, because by the time we get there, The Avengers will have already been in theaters." "Oh."), but mostly, there will be people selling old comic books.
There's also the issue of finding a hotel room. Because I don't have any problem staying in either an El Cheapo place that's within walking distance or a very expensive hotel also within walking distance, because when am I going to get to go to Comic-Con again? (Next year?) But now it's turning into this Family Vacation Thing and we're all going to have to share a hotel room and Dad says "I don't mind having to drive into San Diego from, I don't know, half an hour away?" and he's going to be completely overwhelmed by the geekery and the media and the craziness of Comic-Con which I thrive on, and then there's my mother asking me, directly after mentioning that I am going to go see the Vampire Diaries panel, "Oh, maybe you can network?" And all I can think of is "Yes, because the thing I'm going to give Ian Somerhalder is my unpublished script."
The good news is that if Emily from San Francisco comes down to visit, Dad can give her his badge for a couple of days while he, Mom and Missy go to the beach or something. And to keep my calm (somewhat), I just keep thinking to myself:
holy shit I could be in the same room as Ian Somerhalder holy shit I could be in the same room as Ian Somerhalder.
I'm telling you: 2012 is either going to be the best year ever, or the world is going to end. But if the world ends, at least I'm going to be in the same freaking room as Ian Somerhalder before I die.
OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS MAYBE THERE'LL BE A PREVIEW OF THE NEXT JAMES BOND MOVIE HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT