Just me talking about costume-y kind of stuff
Lots of fun was had at the Alamo City Comic Con. We went on Saturday and even though we got a fairly early start, we didn't actually get into the building until noon. At least the weather was pleasantly cool and sprinkling while we were waiting outside in line. Naturally the first thing we did was go to the bathroom. The con had been open for 2 hours and already there was no toilet paper in any of the stalls in the girls bathroom. Seriously, San Antonio? Did you really run out that quickly or did no one put any more in there after Friday night?
We got in line for our celebrity Star Trek autographs immediately. The lines were short and moved quickly. We met George Takei first. I gave him the photo of Sulu and Uhura that I had Nichelle sign in Houston. We were told he wouldn't be doing personalizations, but he asked, "To K.J.?" Then I had to explain that my name was really KC but Nichelle hadn't heard me correctly. So he wrote "To KC, You vickens you!" He meant vixen. So Nichelle can't hear and George can't spell. My photo is just that much more awesome! Walter was really nice even though he couldn't hear either. His hand shook so badly while he was trying to sign Rob's 1976 Star Trek comic book that his assistant had to hold his hand steady. Then we got to go the the panel with Walter and Nichelle and hear them talk. Walter seems to have kept his mind once he finally understood the questions being asked he gave appropriate and reasonable answers. Nichelle got stuck on talking about her contribution to NASA which was recruiting females and minorities into the space program. Which is great and wonderful and an amazing story if you haven't heard it. But it's not the appropriate or reasonable answer to all the rest of the questions asked, like "How did you get into theatre and what was your first role?" I honestly don't care that they are old and shaky and deaf and senile. I'm just glad that they still want to come to conventions and hang around listening to all the fans tell them over and over how much Star Trek has meant to them all. Or maybe by the time you're 80 you're not sick of hearing it anymore, you've gone past that point and out the other side into the land of, "Oh gosh, the children still love me! Aren't they adorable?!" And they can't see well enough to realize that their children all have grey hair.
Julie Newmar told Rob that he looked stunning in his uniform, so I'll never live that down. I adored her cute straw hat. She still looks great too. We saw a bunch of awesome costumes but I took less and less photos because it got more and more crowded after lunch and I just felt like a sardine and suddenly we were both pretty claustrophobic and just wanted to get out of there. I didn't see anyone else cosplaying Firefly the whole time we were there but a lot of people gave us compliments and took our picture.
We stopped in San Marcos for dinner at Gil's Broiler and had a Manske roll for dessert. If you haven't ever had one, you must immediately drive to San Marcos and order one. Be warned, they don't serve them for breakfast. I know, it's weird.