Neil Gaiman book signing
I got to see officialgaiman at a reading last night which made me ponder the first time I met Neil Gaiman: 2003 at San Diego ComicCon when he was sharing a booth with Frank Miller. I was, of course, dressed up as Death. This was a completely different experience. Then it was in a huuuge crowded area with a long snaking line and no reading of books and such. It was - dare I say - a typical convention experience.Last night was not making the experience so much more special.
Neil read a bit from chapter four of Ocean at the End of the Lane and answered some questions and I had a lovely time. This might be silly, but one of the best things was the random luck of the draw that gave me tickets 0048 and 0049 during will call out of a ridiculous amount of people so I was part of the first group that got to go up. He personalized my book and signed my Molly Crabapple poster and then I got to leave right after and grab some food with Nick and later drinks at my little bar around the corner. It was a rather good night and I didn't have to wait hours to get things signed. I would have if I needed to but it was nice that I did not. Poor Neil. His poor hand.
This weekend brings more work at my little bar and not much else. I'm kind of happy for the extra work, actually. It can either help pay for my new laptop I'm getting over Independence weekend whenever the deals hit or save it for my trip to New Orleans at the end of summer.
All good things. Life is pretty good right now.
Neil read a bit from chapter four of Ocean at the End of the Lane and answered some questions and I had a lovely time. This might be silly, but one of the best things was the random luck of the draw that gave me tickets 0048 and 0049 during will call out of a ridiculous amount of people so I was part of the first group that got to go up. He personalized my book and signed my Molly Crabapple poster and then I got to leave right after and grab some food with Nick and later drinks at my little bar around the corner. It was a rather good night and I didn't have to wait hours to get things signed. I would have if I needed to but it was nice that I did not. Poor Neil. His poor hand.
This weekend brings more work at my little bar and not much else. I'm kind of happy for the extra work, actually. It can either help pay for my new laptop I'm getting over Independence weekend whenever the deals hit or save it for my trip to New Orleans at the end of summer.
All good things. Life is pretty good right now.