Chiller '05

Another October, another Chiller Theatre. This year was interesting, since I went on Friday night instead of the usual Saturday afternoon debacle.

Every year past, I had trouble breathing. Between the amount of people jam-packed in the dealer rooms and ceberity tents, to the stink of the unwashed masses, I've been increasingly annoyed with the Saturday show. I felt like I was being shoved around by fat men's guts and their unwashed bungles, never getting to actually see the show, breath it in if you will (not like I really wanted to breath the ocean of filth around me).

So, this year, I decided to hit up the Friday night show. It was packed, but nowhere near as awful as previous Saturday shows. As the show went on, there were more and more people, but it was nowhere near as terrible as the previous Saturdays. I mean, you can't expect to go to Chiller and not expect a fat man to push you out of his way with his massive, cheeseburger-filled gut. Point of fact, I was the only man with a gut (besides Alex and Shawn...so I guess I was one of three men) not using my bought and paid for belly as an offensive weapon.

There wasn't a lot that I really wanted, let alone anything I hadn't seen there before. The only really cool new thing i saw was the GIANT Jack Skellington Bobble Head. Seriously, the thing was rad. I wound up buying the Battle Royale T-Shirt I meant to buy two years ago along wiht a $6.00 draft Sam Adams at the Hotel Bar.

Another attraction for the show was that George Romero was signing. I must admit, I was interesed in meeting him. However, when I found out the wait was 3 hours long, I opted not to wait and look around the show some more. Maybe I'll got again Sunday, when the lines are shorter. A friend of mine waited and met him. He said Mr. Romero was very gracious, a super nice guy all around (which was probably why the wait was so long).