Thursday night, much like Christmas Eve, we had visions of
Game of Throne wristbands dancing in our heads. When we woke, we found the Grinch
had stolen Christmas.
As we neared the WB corral, a mosh pit broke out and
security shut the line down. The Wife
and I were caught on the edge of the mess. I knew where they were going to send
us and I tried to tell The Wife but it was loud with angry nerds. Once I
heard security shout: to the stairs, I tried to drag, guide, push The Wife in
the right direction. I’m sure she thought I was some strange nerd dragging her
away. It was human salmon swimming upstream against humanity.
For the most part, we navigated through the crowd and headed
to the stairs quickly. The next problem was the 3 flights down and some people
move quicker than me. Then navigating through the corrals at the bottom of the
stairs was challenge.
While we queued up unharmed, we were deep in the line. The dreams of Game of Thrones success was
quickly fading. As we slowly inched
toward the WB drawings table, we heard the dreaded cry: GoT is done.
As with everything at SDCC, you have alternate plans. For me,
Plan B was The 100. I was dragging The Wife along as insurance. If failed, she would
also pick The 100. If I succeeded, then she would try for The Originals. We were
both lucky and we both won.
The signing had 6 actors and a producer:
Lindsey Morgan (Left top), Marie Avgeropoulos (right top),
Eliza Taylor (center), Jason Rothenberg (Left middle), Richard Harmon (Right
middle), Bob Morley (Left lower), Christopher Larkin (right lower)
As in the past, The 100 people were all very friendly. The women
dressed to the nines (rude of me to notice, I know). The guys dressed much more
causal. As Richard Harmon signed, I mentioned I saw him at ComicPalooza. He paused
and said that as in Houston. I was impressed. He said it was one of the few
shows that wasn’t ‘comiccon’ and the city name. Bob Morely always gives me a
look of: hey let’s go grab a beer and catch up.
It was a good signing and a nice way to forget the morning
ugliness.
AH
