Recall: Cebu Comic Con 2011 (1 of 3)

So in the spirit of full disclosure… I meant to write this weeks ago, but work has been insane and life hasn’t been helping.  I could very easily say I’m conducting an experiment: Posting almost a month after the Comic Con in order to see which memories are most vivid and whose faces are most vague… But then that’d be a cop out, wouldn’t it?

Would it?

I dont know.

Comic Con starts a day early for me.  I meet up with Rey, Tom, and Leandro at the UP grounds the night before the thing.  The tents are skeletons and there isn’t yet any layout to speak of.  There are no tells whatsoever of the nerd zoo this place is going to be tomorrow.  See, I studied political science in this college, so it feels nice coming back home and raping it with my friends and the best of intentions.  Good times

Rey and Tom must have two phones each because I swear I see them pick up important calls from each pocket. Almost simultaneously. When the ringing stops I zone out when con business is discussed. I don’t have my hands in that pie. They’re not big enough and I don’t have enough fingers. These guys are it. And they know it.

Nightfall. The soccer field is ground zero. The tents are dressed and the never-to-be-used stage is up. I climb it and make sure to walk all over it to get the mud off my shoes. Figuratively and literally. Talk shop with Leandro ,who doesn’t climb up with me. I tell him it’s fun. He calls me a child. I agree.

This comes back to me when I’m sneezing in my old bedroom in my family home as I’m digging for old books to sell.  The Cyclops-Jean Wedding; A buncha Amalgam books; The Art of Marc Silvestri — basically a ton of 90′s books.  I spend five hours doing this… and in the end I have two piles — To sell and to take home to Davao.  Weeks from now I will forget which was taller.

I fall asleep at 4 am knowing full well I promised I’d be at the con by nine.  I arrive at ten, struggling with a bag full of comic books and bitching about it to everyone I can.

Leandro was right.

(continued…)

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