A San Diego bar, the exact location of which I won’t say out of deference to the person who suggested I go there after hours, because that person (who I‘m also not naming) didn’t know this would happen. I walked in and around, scanning the scene and looking for any faces I recognized. I didn’t see anyone familiar, but kept looking. I walked past and looked at a woman, a cute blonde. We smiled at each other. I kept going.
And a guy standing near her, smilingly and solicitously, looked at me and stage-whispered, “Hey. See that girl?”
I, suddenly very guarded, said, “I see *a* girl.”
And I walked away with the guy saying, “Hey, come on…”
You can puzzle out what was happening there.
Me being me, I retreated to the far end of the bar space, then wandered around it some more, finding further refuge talking with a guy wearing an xkcd T-shirt, the one that says SCIENCE: It works, bitches.
In other news, yes, it’s possible for women to be dressed as The Joker (any version) and be sexy. This had never occurred to me. Guess I’m still getting used to seeing people in costume. I was also amused by a guy who, for the sake of a video being shot in the Comic Con Exhibit Hall, was dressed as and acting like Stan Lee. Pretty good, if exaggerated, likeness, not that I was going to be fooled as I’VE SEEN THE REAL STAN LEE.
(Twice, in fact; he signed autographs at Emerald City Comic Con last March. I didn’t stand in line to say hi, but I did see him there.)
Another good moment: my Saturday afternoon break from the con. My cousin Sean and his girlfriend Fabian picked me up for lunch, at a place they’d seen on Man Vs. Food called the Lucha Libre Taco Shop. Good food, good atmosphere of which popfiend would approve: all of the decoration relates to Mexican lucha libre wrestling. The films of especially famous luchador El Santo play on a monitor: that day it was Santo y El Tesoro de Moctezuma, the film with the climactic fight on top of the Aztec pyramid. It was happily crowded. We indulged in seafood burritos and many kinds of salsa, with the roar of I-5 less than two blocks away serenading us. Then Sean and Fabian returned me to the hotel, where I napped. I’d spent the entire day with wobbly legs from how, freakin’, much I’d walked Friday; I needed the extra rest. And Saturday continued well from there.