This is Part III of my three part account of Comic Con. If you would like, you can view:
And what I wore
This is a recap of my favorite thing that happened at Comic Con:
My main goals at Comic Con are always to meet the following authors: George R. R. Martin, Patrick Rothfuss, and Brandon Sanderson.
Last year, I had a moment with Patrick Rothfuss (the author of my favorite book, “Name of the Wind”). I saw him walking down the street. Alone. I was with my children. It was either leave my children and chase him down. Or stay stationary and be a good mother.
This is what I did:
I stood up (we were sitting on a bench). I screamed, “YOU!”
He looked up startled. I would make a terrible hunter.
“YOU’RE AWESOME!” I screamed like a lunatic. My kids had no idea what the heck was happening. My daughter was mortified. Patrick Rothfuss quickened his pace. And he was gone.
I had scared away my prey. Darn!
But I know exactly what he looks like now. I will not be foiled again. Stares off into the distance creepily here.
This year, I got to accomplish another one of those goals. It was amazing.
On Thursday, my husband and I were walking by a booth, when he leaned over to whisper to me, “Hey. It’s George R. R. Martin.”
My head fell off.
No, it didn’t. But it felt like it might float away. I was giddy.
He is my favorite author. I think he is the most brilliant man alive. His books are a series of fantasy novels,” A Song Of Ice And Fire.” The first book is “Game Of Thrones.” It has also been adapted into an HBO series. My husband and I have loved his books for more than a decade. I was shaking with excitement. I ran to the back of the line, where I was met by security. I was told I needed to have a ticket for the signing.
My heart sank. He was so close.
I walked away. Sad. But I was still excited we got to see him.
Thirty minutes later, we were leaving. I asked my husband if we could walk by that aisle one more time. I just really wanted to see him again.
We got there.
My husband left me to look at something. The “bouncer” was gone. George R.R. Martin was still there. There was a small line. I quickly got in it.
I am a rebel.
Apparently not a good one. My kids informed me that I stood there rubbing my hands together and saying, “He, He, He, He.”
Okay, a crazy rebel.
And then he was in front of me. I started shaking.
I said, “I just love you.”
He politely said, “Really? Well, thank you.” He smiled. He was very kind.
I purchased a calendar that he had signed. My daughter took our picture. I might have touched him like a crazy person. I do not know. My daughter says I did. It was a quick blur. I thanked him.
And I left. My poor husband missed the whole thing. And he likes George R.R. Martin just as much as I do.
This was my highlight of Comic Con. Maybe my whole year.
My soul is full of happiness.
Have you met someone you idolize? How did it turn out? (In some future posts in the coming weeks or months, I will write about meeting Sean Astin and finally
stalking, tracking, hunting down, meeting Patrick Rothfuss.)