Albuquerque Comicon 2011


Summary

The Albuquerque Comic Con was the first time some of the Zombie Survival Crew Command team got together in one place at the same time . . . .

We thought it would be a good opportunity to hone our collective battle plans. Instead, it was complete chaos. And that was just Friday night!

It all started when Juliette cha-cha-cha’d by accident in front of Lou Ferrigno. You know, the original Hulk? And this was AFTER she had her infamous fangirl moment in the hotel lobby that I tweeted about. Lisa and I barely managed to stay standing when that little number went down. That was our first indication that Juliette’s street cred might be more bluster than substance.


The Albuquerque Comic Con was the first time some of the Zombie Survival Crew Command team got together in one place at the same time . . . .

We thought it would be a good opportunity to hone our collective battle plans. Instead, it was complete chaos. And that was just Friday night!

It all started when Juliette cha-cha-cha’d by accident in front of Lou Ferrigno. You know, the original Hulk? And this was AFTER she had her infamous fangirl moment in the hotel lobby that I tweeted about. Lisa and I barely managed to stay standing when that little number went down. That was our first indication that Juliette’s street cred might be more bluster than substance.

Keep an eye on the crossbow, peeps. I’m not saying mutiny. I just want to know where it’s pointed . . . and I hope not at my backside.

By the time Lisa, Juliette and I managed to meet up with Sean, Rocco and Norman (having left Anthony at the hotel to get his beauty sleep), we got mooned by a short bus full of college-aged boys during the taxi ride, and Lisa spilled almost an entire drink on Juliette after Juliette spilled part of my drink on herself.

I can’t say I was completely surprised that Rocco’s first reaction to Juliette was to start throwing punches.

I’m kidding . . . though he did elbow her in the back and aim a faux-blow at her jaw later in the night. Don’t ask.

We found him by the dance floor, introduced ourselves, talked to him for a bit only to discover Rocco’s kinda quiet, like me . . . or so it seemed. Look, I know y’all don’t believe I’m shy, but I am. You’ll find out when you meet me the first time. Juliette did.

Sean wandered around the bar and got mobbed by people, and blinked a lot from having his picture taken repeatedly. I don’t think he sat down all night.

When Norman walked in, Lisa and I stuttered (not really . . . who’s writing this post?) and Juliette put her war zone journalism skills into action before the crowds pounced. Good thing too. Because that was just about the time Anthony called to see if we were still alive. Barely, dude. Just barely.

There was a fight outside the bar as we left (nothing new to me) and we ran into Norman, Rocco and Sean back at the hotel.

I don’t recall much of this conversation so we’re just going to skim it, but perhaps Juliette would like to add something here? (oh, Juliette says she’ll spare me the embarrassment. She’s really very kind, folks.) She added that in parentheses, not me. *sticks tongue out*

Juliette and I crashed somewhere around three in the morning, but not before this tweet was sent out into the Twittersphere by our fearless leader and retweeted by one Daryl Dixon . . .

DarylTWD Daryl Dixon

Oi @TheZSC. This is your leader. RT @jterzieff @Lisacdj29 Hahameey me atthe elevator in five and improve it to you

That tweet was supposed to involve a lighter. Yeah, right? Nobody got that one the first time around. Okay, moving forward . . . .

I believe Juliette’s phone rang FIVE HOURS LATER with Lisa calling. Yes, it woke me, but I went right back to sleep. Now I wish I hadn’t.

It took Anthony waving his arms in front of her face – from less than a foot away – for Juliette to recognize our favorite Vato. He’s a smart guy. Really. He grabbed her by the arm and marched Juliette over to the restaurant and bought her a really, really big cup of Saturday morning coffee.

Rocco showed up a little later with his own cuppa joe and in between people wanting to take pictures (with him, not her), Rocco and Juliette discussed ZSC strategy and tried desperately to wake the heck up.

Lisa and Juliette stumbled upon Sean and Norman a little later. They were definitely in better condition than our girls – as evidenced by the nonsensical babble coming out of a certain leader’s mouth.

I crawled out of bed around eleven. That’s still super early for me, the Queen of the Nocturnal Tweetdom, I am. Those zombie movie tweet-a-thons after midnight don’t happen all by themselves, you know. I took my time getting ready because I had a killer headache. Why no, it wasn’t a hangover. It was a headache. *glares* When I reached the convention, I saw the line that ran down the hall, out the door and wrapped around the building. Seriously?

Just that one snapshot alone told me Jim, the Albuquerque organizer, had a massive hit on his hands! (Note: Jim would later find himself at risk for broken ribs, compliments of our fearless leader. Don’t ask.)

As I perused the crowd, I couldn’t help but notice Batman, the Green Lantern, about 30 Princess Leia’s, an army’s worth of Jedis, and a Bruce Campbell Evil Dead Ash with a really cool bloody stump. I should have gotten a photo of him because that’s one of my favorite series!

Anthony helped me fight my way through the crowd by following on the heels of the Predator (coolest costume of the weekend, by FAR). This is where I had the wonderful opportunity to meet Dave the concierge for the first time. We love him! Can I keep him? I had the most delightful conversations with him all weekend and he was just tireless in his efforts to keep us all from collapsing. Including the time he brought candy and it was like a pack of hyenas diving for the Reese’s. *ahem* Lisa and I won.

Anthony was having a blast. He was like a Jack-in-the-Box jumping up to hug kids and take pictures with every costumed attendee in sight. Anthony loved the Marvel Comic and Star Wars costumes, Juliette preferred the Resident Evil Umbrella Corporation guard. I was just in awe of everything.

There was the now infamous scene posted by Sean of a jedi challenging him at some point in the day, which still has me falling over laughing. We posted that here.

The panel – hysterical. Before walking into the panel, Sean came around the corner to locked doors. He immediately banged on them, waved his arms around and looked like he was talking until someone cracked the door open and his voice came out. I just stood there shaking my head and laughing. I had no idea the man was so funny. I’m keeping a camera on him at the next con I go to. Seriously. Okay, maybe not.

Late afternoon, Norman had to leave for L.A. and the Golden Globes. About five or 10 minutes after he left, I realized Juliette was missing. I asked around and no one had seen her, so I sent her a text. Then it dawned on me . . . she’d gone after Norman to talk with him. Heck I don’t think even I got all the details of that chat . . . we may have to beat it out of her someday.

By the time the con wound down, Lisa, Juliette and I were ready to sack out, but Anthony was raring to go! We slapped on some make-up and trudged out the door!

The bar and grill introduced us to a few of the volunteers Saturday night, who besides doing an amazing job throughout the craziness of the con itself, were kind enough to give us a ride back to the hotel. For that, we say Albuquerque rocks— and we wave enthusiastically at Cody, Karen, Elijah and Albert.

Juliette sat next to Rocco at one point and ended up with a shot of vodka. Several minutes later, I’m laughing after making sure she’s okay and I just had to tweet this . . .

Jinxie_G

FYI, I was nowhere near @jterzieff when she decided to chase her beer with a vodka shot!

Anthony dragged Lisa onto the dance floor to do the Electric Slide . . . it’s the one thing I didn’t get pictures of! Crap! (I do NOT say “dang it,” woman!)

Then I got this lovely shot where I look like hell and Sean looks like Demon Hunter turned reality.

There was a fight at the bar right after we left, just like the night before right as we were leaving. What is it with this? Is it me? Have I ever told you about the time I got thrown out of a Social D . . . ? Oh, right, Albuquerque . . . .

Got to bed earlier this time and woke up earlier. Of course, nothing happened the next morning. Welcome to my life. Oh wait, I’m in Albuquerque enjoying myself like mad, so what the hell am I complaining about? NOTHING! HA!

The day was pretty . . . long. Can I talk about . . . ? No? Damn. Okay, moving forward . . . .

How about how sweet Daniel Logan is? We adore him!

OH!

We filmed something for y’all Sunday night. We even have outtakes. It’ll be awesome and posted soon. (I have it on good authority that once we post this, Juliette will go into permanent hiding.)

All in all, it was an EPIC weekend with many things accomplished, the most important of which was the fact that my Avalanche did NOT break down during either 6-hour drive all by myself, thank you very much.

*sigh* Okay, the most important part is the fact that we have ALL THREE Boondock Saints in Command, people!

Sooooooooooooooo, who is going to meet up with us at the next Comicon???

(that woman and her ellipses, extra O’s and punctuation is going to kill me, I swear!)

*Note: we apologize if any part of this post doesn’t make sense – it took four days for us to be able to make ANY sense at all. Jinxie G had been awake 24 hours when she wrote it and Juliette was passed out. Jinxie G is currently dead to the world for several hours (actually, she just finished a book edit and is about to go have sushi now).