I especially like the next part of my journey, the flying through the air in a tightly packed sardine can full of hysterical passengers and screaming toddlers. This time was made more memorable by the captain's constant narration...to the left you'll see the US Airforce's F16 taking off...to the right a naval aircraft famous for... I was half expecting his narrated diatribe to conclude in describing the type of rocks contained in the mountainside we were about to careen into at high speeds, alas it never happened and I lived to type this. Aren't you the lucky ones?
When the internet guide stated that this was a four star hotel they weren't joking in the slightest and it's safe to say I felt rather awkward touching anything when I passed over the door's threshold. The various light, television and fixture controls inside the spacious room boggled my mind. Thankfully my girlfriend was at hand to reassure me that the machines weren't about to take over and that I could sleep soundly without fear that I wouldn't be awoken by a cyborg housemaid whispering in a near indiscernible tongue close to my slumbering form “Housekeeping Sir?” I'll neglect to mention the mini fridge and the unfathomably huge bottle of mineral water attached to sensors wired directly to the room's bill. Whoops, apparently I've done just that! After managing to avoid any mishaps and further unnecessary charges to the room's bill we decided a light meal was in order. I've never felt as uncomfortable in my entire life as I sat down to open the menu. It lit up to display gourmet delights with prices that would drain my bank account to its very overdrawn limit possibly affecting my offsprings’ chance of living with a roof above their heads too! Sorry kids Daddy makes poor choice in life.
Ambient techno and hard rock bass greeted us upon arrival through the venue's entrance (making a mental note to myself, I promised to book a room early for next year's festivities at the venue itself, it was cheaper and there's no need to take a shuttle anyplace) looking around I could spy only a few attendees, it was still early, nevertheless, I was starting to feel very much at home. Upon reaching the lower level we joined a line several people deep all hoping, much as we were, that our names and attached ticket reservations weren't misplaced, buried someplace in the numerous ledgers spread across the reception desk's crimson clothed surface.We were among the lucky ones, though I don't for certain know that there were many unlucky ones! With the day's wristband strapped securely around our limbs we strode forth.
Severed limbs, glaring splotches of crimson and colorful advertisements for features only those with years of genre knowledge would appreciate; Argento, Fulci, Romero and Indie features (among a plethora of numerous others) all embossed on cotton and donned with pride without fear of reprisal or ridicule. Sadly mine was only one of a few that sported Jackson helmed productions, philistines the lot of em'. Regardless I continued on, my mind flooded with events I wished to see, people I wished to glimpse and a ton of other stuff I only hoped I had the funds and time enough to cram into my limited schedule. Within the event were a number of rooms each sporting different vendors and or events. Both the Enterprise (ballroom) rooms (3-4) and the Made in Texas room comprised a large grid of tables comprised of filmmakers, FX companies, vendors and artists. Other rooms included the Maverick, Filmmakers, Carter, Developers and Vandergriff.
Friday evening passed me by like a space age Japanese train. Heading back to the hotel I found myself with an arm full of goodies, mostly tee shirts (my addiction, it could be much worse), stacks of upcoming project flyers, business cards and my noggin full of memorable scenes from the two features I had somehow managed not to fall asleep to (not out of boredom, I was tired from work and travel) Wolfcop and the Gutterballs sequel, a movie that my gf walked out on with me nearly following suit, no review forthcoming, sorry folks. All that and a visit to the Lilwickdkids’ cemetery, a fantastic group of folks, who deserve all the good fortune that might come their way.