After the con wrapped up on Sunday, I headed straight home for the much needed disco nap. I could have slept all night but I really wanted to attend Jamie McKelvie's party downtown. I meet the other Jimmy Aquino there and we walk into a throng of people. Heidi MacDonald is tickled to meet the other Jaquino (as I'm wont to call myself).
I was happy to see Emma Vieceli and her husband, Andrew. Funny cultural difference here. Her husband's nickname has been "Pud" for years. Which I thought was funny but figured it was some sort of joke that just caught on, he accepted it and went with it. Nope! Emma tells me, "Why didn't you tell me that Pud meant penis over here?" They had no idea! I think someone mentioned "pud pulling" to them and they figured it out. Sorry, guys! Still, had a great time hanging with them and Pud Andrew and I chatted up quite a bit about some of the UK cons. I'm hoping to make another one this year at some point.
Lots of cool folks were there. Mike Norten, the iFanboy crew, McCool, Templesmith, Nikki Cook, Charles Brownstein, Charlito, Dean Haspiel, McKelvie, etc. Many drinks were had and karaoke was going on in the front room. What is with comic folks that they must either visit a karaoke bar or strip club during conventions? I should invent a karaoke strip bar to combine the two ideas! I'll call it Naked Karaoke! Yeah, I know. Not very clever. Sue me. I'm tired. Fine, I'll give it a better try. Singing in the Nude? Buff Tunes? Sing On My Face? Organ Grinders? Song and Lap Dance? See? Told you I was tired.
The event winds down and I end up going to the Irish Rogue with Templesmith, Andie Tong, McKelvie, Kieron Gillen, etc. At one point, I realize that I'm the only Yank hanging around with these Brits and Aussies. But, hey....I'm the home team, so it was all good. Templesmith and I chatted a bit more and let me tell you. I meet a lot of people at conventions. Befriend some. Forget others. Templesmith is officially one of my peoples. I'd say we started a "bromance" but I hate that term. Let's just say we'll be staying in touch and hanging at cons in the near future. And, we'll have him on the show soon enough.
Finally around 4am, we decide to call it quits. NYCC officially ends. My lack of sleep all week, loss of voice and overall run down has possibly given me the con crud. Dammit! Not sick for 8 months and now twice in a little over a month. Oh nerd germs. You hurt me so.
Great meeting everyone and hanging out. Until next year...rock on.