I was a little bored on Saturday because Kristian pushed back our day. I thought we'd be at the Con most of the day, but instead, we went arrived at 5, which ended up being fine. We parked at the place he was housesitting on Cortez Hill and walked to the Trolley and caught it over to 12th and Market. The walk to the Convention Center, though short, was unbelievably hot. I look forward to more of the trees on that side of downtown filling out and actually providing a shadier and cooler walk. As far as I'm concerned, the trees should be the first thing that go in on any new development.
Fortunately since it was so late into the Con, there was no wait for his badge and we entered the floor. We decided to play a "spot the biggest dork" costume, but once inside, it was just overwhelming. I get the Star Wars costumes, the creepy movie characters, but the Rocky Horror Picture Show costumes? Dude, you're 250 pounds and I don't need to see your hairy ass in hotpants and fishnets. Really. Anyway, we wandered the hall and spotted this little gem:
So geeks can get their toy fetish on, now with breasts! If I was a collector of anything, I might've bought the Wilco statues, but I'm not and I didn't. Doesn't mean it wasn't really cool.
The guy at the booth told us that 1000 sets were made, Wilco got 250 and they were selling the other 750, and it is possible that if they find the right band, they might do more band sets in the future.
It was fun to bump into friends...seeing Randall (Kleeman and Mike), and seeing Jamal and Ruggy, Nathan at the Bongo booth and stuff, and I didn't really expect to get stoked on any celebrity sightings until I saw Henry Rollins at the IFC booth. I wasn't so much starstruck as intimidated because he's a pretty intimidating personality, but I was stoked to have seen him.
After a full back and forth through the hall, we decided to bail and get dinner, fighting through the throngs of people attempting to leave ComicCon to find the next thing.
We went to Dussini looking for Kristian's friend but she wasn't there, so we decided to catch the trolley to Old Town for some grub at Old Town Mex. I got my favorite, the steak azteca and we sat at the bar to avoid the almost 2 hour wait. After dinner (and a pitcher of margs), we trolley back downtown. I met Ken Kramer ("About San Diego", NBC) and talked to him for a bit while we waited for our transfer trolley back to the Convention area. We went back to Dussini to meet K's friends, had a drink, then caught a cab to the car in Cortez Hill, picked up a friend from Parkhouse, then they dropped me off at home. By that time, it was nearly 11, and though I wanted to get to the show, I had to take a shower and get the downtowniness off my skin.