SCComicon Part Three: FINAL SHOW DAY
GREAT Ghost Rider Cover- cover by Dick Ayers - this is one of my favorite issues in the run. Got this from Greg at Buzzard Bros— one of my favorite sellers.
Morning Two of the show, I grabbed my Starbucks ™ sandwich and jumped in our ride along with a stunt man who currently plays a Gamorra Guard (those reptilian pig men) in one of the Star Wars films or TV Series— he told us about lighting himself on fire and launching a car off a ramp but the most dangerous thing he’s probably ever done is mixed Bourbon, Oysters and Duck Breast in his dinner the previous night with one more day of show to go.
We ran into our good friends who reported the Steakhouse was disapointing food wise but the company was great. There was a BBQ after the show wrapped which we really wanted to go to but we’d previously made reservations at CAMP which is an extremely popular bistro we ate at last year and really enjoyed, so we promised to join them in the hotel lobby later that night for some drinks before bed.
Sunday started out crazy slow— it always does, Church is very important in this area, but once services ended the con blew up— normally on Sunday we just play catchup with commissions but we were caught up— we still did a few and we sold some art making it a really solid day— before you knew it our handler came over and helped us breakdown and get to the Green Room. We hung out for a bit with Vicki Lawrence who was extremely nice and a bit shy— and we rode back with Giancarlo’s handler and a few other film stars.
Our flight the next morning was at 10am so the con wanted to get us to the airport by 9 so that meant we needed to be in the lobby at 8:15 Monday morning— our plan was to take our bags and pack everything about 90% so we could basically wake up, shower and get to the lobby as quickly as possible. Fate stepped in and caused our hotel room lock to fail, so after a few trips up and down they sent a technician who said it was going to be a while but that we could check our bags at the front desk so we could make our dinner reservations in an hour and a half— we noticed our friends gathering in the hotel bar for pre BBQ drinks and the front desk gave us some drink passes to make up for the trouble we’d had.
We sat with them and Billy Tucci (SHI) and his wife Deb and I had a gin and tonic while Veronica had two tropical looking cocktails— the drinks were all fairly strong and after some great conversations (Billy and Deb are now instant close friends) we headed out to our reservation and found the restaurant virtually empty— obviously Sunday night is not the night to worry about and we didn’t need the reservations, but we were quickly seated and I broke a glass in the whisper quiet restaurant not because I was drinking but because I am a klutz.
For drinks Veronica got another cocktail and was getting a bit tipsy and I had a diet coke.
For starters we got a six minute deep fried egg on greens which we split— I loved that and when you cut into the Scotch Egg the amazing yoke spilled out— nothing is better than a runny egg.
I also ordered some Pickled Vegetables which were very tart but I liked them very much. For our entrees I got Chicken with an exotic mushroom sauce and Veronica got Pork and Shrimp dumplings which were served in a delicious Thai sauce. While mine was solid— I didn’t love it, too fatty, but Veronica’s was out of this world— not soggy at all as a good dumpling should be.
We ordered dessert of Pistachio Ice Cream as deconstructed Baklava— I don’t love Baklava because it can be greasy— this was perfect and I had a cup of great coffee to go with it.
We paid the bill and walked back to the hotel in the warm night rain.
A really nice night.
Monday morning came early— truthfully I don’t sleep great at these shows so I was dog tired, but we got to the airport (after I grabbed my STARBUCKS ™ sandwich) and I grabbed a bacon egg and cheese biscuit at the airport Chic A Filet after going through the nicest most professional TSA Security I’ve ever seen.
We arrived on time at Reagan and I’m glad I skipped lunch because no sooner did I sit down but withered old bag Elizabeth Warren came shuffling off the plane before everyone else, Massachusetts Senior Senator (and hey I’m not the only one who doesn’t like her- when she ran for president she came in THIRD in the DEMOCRATIC Primary) stumbled her way over the carpeting and was whisked off by aides. I also hope tax payers are not paying for whatever first class seat she rode in and I also hoped she hadn’t been sitting in the one I hopped in— it didn’t smell like Geritol ™ so I assumed I was okay.
We got back, had a rough ride back from Logan thanks to heeavy traffic but we locked another terrific show in the books. We’re already signed up for next year.
