Back From Charlotte
Okay, super-quick check in.
We had a good show in Charlotte. Heroe’s is awesome. It wasn’t as insanely busy as last year, but we kinda had a less than ideal spot way at the back of Indie Island. But we stayed busy enough, so I’m not complaining.
Sitting with Sara Richard was fun, and an education. I’ve often wished I had some sort of cool-factor, good looks, exceptional talent, or even just a pair of breasts that I could flash at passersby to get myself a little attention at shows. Sara’s got all these things -though in no way used her girlie bits to draw in business, as I would. If I had some dude-teats. Which . . .man this got weird…
Point is, I got to watch the carnival of creeps, including one so-called professional who I really wanted to punch in the dickbag by the end of the weekend, that these ladies have to deal with. Granted, most of the people who toodled by were drawn in by Sara’s rad art, and the rest is just a bonus. Unlike me and Brian she’s genuinely polite and happy to meet new people. So I imagine meeting ehr for the first time is more pleasant than meeting either of us for the first time.
Otherwise the weekend was just a big pile of great. The First Annual Hoskin’s Heroes Cook Out was a success. Those burgers were fucking amazing, T. I got to spaz out on Skottie Young for a few seconds, gave him some copies of the Robo TPBs, and just about passed out when he already knew our book and liked what we were doing. Eric Canete wandered past our table and thanked me (again) for the TPBs that I gave him the last time I saw him -The dude is SO appreciative and nice. I decided not to molest Mr.’s Mignola and Davis this weekend, figuring that they’ve had enough of my already, and I’ll get to bother them again real soon in Boston and/or NYC.
Rooming with the Corner Kicked guys, meeting no less than a half dozen awesome dudes through the Hoskin hook-up, (John, Jim, Ted, Ed, and more), learning that Cherry Coke should never be mixed with any liquor whatsoever, unless you like the taste of liquid Jolly Rancher, and hitting up Mert’s with Bob & Kim for some BBQ and other delicious eats, was a lot of fun.
Not I need to bang out 6 pages of Iron Man before Nate Cosby will let me move to New York. (Sigh.)
