Last thing to do before we're don't with WonderCon: A special screening of Sin City with Frank Miller, followed by Q&A, followed by a special "mixer" hosted at Berkeley Comic Relief, current holder of the "Best Comic Shop I've Ever Seen" title, dedicated to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund. Whew!
Took this picture on my way out of the parking lot. Karamba!
And took these on my way out of the McDonalds at Berkeley. Where would people defecate if it weren't for McD?
The sky was, in fact, just as red as it seems here, and Berkeley is, in fact, just as nice a place as it seems here.
Frank Miller came in, gave a short introduction, we watched the movie (Yeehaw!), there was some more Q&A and we headed on to the "party" at the comic shop.
It was a nice little party. A "mixer", they called it, because you meet new people and stuff. And some people there really had some mixing skills. Me? I lurked in the corner, awaiting the high point of my life, the moment when I would ask someone to take a picture of me with Frank Miller. Me. With Frank Miller. I kept thinking about all the funny things I would write in the blog when I uploaded the picture at some late hour of the night, when I finally got home, after partying all night with Frank Miller. The man who gave us The Dark Knight. The man who reinvented comics. The man who, about 30 minutes into the party, went out for a cigarette and never came back.
At least I got to drive on the upper deck of the Bay Bridge at night.
If you're ever in the area, visit the Comic Relief shop. The used bookstore (right next door) alone is worth the trip.
Took this picture on my way out of the parking lot. Karamba!
And took these on my way out of the McDonalds at Berkeley. Where would people defecate if it weren't for McD?
The sky was, in fact, just as red as it seems here, and Berkeley is, in fact, just as nice a place as it seems here.
Frank Miller came in, gave a short introduction, we watched the movie (Yeehaw!), there was some more Q&A and we headed on to the "party" at the comic shop.
It was a nice little party. A "mixer", they called it, because you meet new people and stuff. And some people there really had some mixing skills. Me? I lurked in the corner, awaiting the high point of my life, the moment when I would ask someone to take a picture of me with Frank Miller. Me. With Frank Miller. I kept thinking about all the funny things I would write in the blog when I uploaded the picture at some late hour of the night, when I finally got home, after partying all night with Frank Miller. The man who gave us The Dark Knight. The man who reinvented comics. The man who, about 30 minutes into the party, went out for a cigarette and never came back.
At least I got to drive on the upper deck of the Bay Bridge at night.
If you're ever in the area, visit the Comic Relief shop. The used bookstore (right next door) alone is worth the trip.
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