Life got in the way of making it easy for me to get into Comic-Con this year. I had a free ticket, as long as I worked at the Suicide Girls booth this past weekend, but work got in the way. Corporate visits are a bit of a big deal, and I’d really hate to lose a promotion I’m working towards. The only half-day I had free was Saturday. But I felt that if I went to the SG booth and said, “Hey! I can only be here for two hours before the Con closes and then I have to head back tonight, can you get me my ticket?” I’d be kind of a douche. So I didn’t. Instead I snuck in.
Sneaking in is apparently easy at Comic-Con when over a hundred thousand people are on the premises. And if you’re a hot chick. No one suspects they need to sneak in – they assume you are working the Con or someone equally important. I don’t like saying this as much as most of you hate hearing this, but seriously. Being charismatic, ballsy and attractive really helps a chick get into places she just shouldn’t be. Like the line of The Mighty Boosh signing.
A friend of mine had given me a pass to sneak through the doors. According to the pass, my name was John and I was an exhibitor. I wasn’t really planning to do anything other than trying my luck at after parties that night and seeing if maybe I could meet The Mighty Boosh, as that was my goal. The Mighty Boosh on their first US tour! How could I miss that?! So, I was in! But I had limited time as the Con was almost over. I bumped into a few friends as I was waiting for my pass giving friend to finish up so we could go eat before the parties. I walked to only two booths, just to see what was going on. The Adult Swim one was empty, just selling over-priced Venture hoodies. The second was the BBC America Booth, and wouldn’tcha know it? Boosh was there doing a signing.
It was like the hand of fate guided me to them. I was planning on bailing to get food, since I was so hungry, but alas. Boosh was granted to me, although the line lady said I needed a ticket and those were all gone. Bummer. So I lingered by the side of the table, close enough that Mike Fielding and Sam Brown saw me, talked to me, felt pity on me, and signed a card for me. I didn’t even ask! What nice gentlemen, right? And next to them, was their US manager, John. We talked a bit before somehow my Adam Ant tattoo got brought up. He saw it and instantly yelled for Noel. “Noel! Look at this tattoo!” And it was then that our eyes locked and Noel Fielding was now talking to me. John shoved me into the line to show him my tattoo. And THAT is how I snuck into Comic-Con and met The Mighty Boosh. And apparently, Noel Fielding and I have something special in common: we both had Prince Charming for our first records.
