hendel, but he was worried that with such a huge crowd present, the phone reception would be severely impaired. In that, he was right. But that comes later.We ended up forced to park quite a distance from the venue, and we had things to drag with us. Luckily, much of it packed into a rolling box, so that was good.
The Los Angeles Convention Center was utterly packed with folks of all sexes, races, creeds and interests, but what shocked me was that the preregistration lines to enter were enormous; it had to have taken close to an hour for those people to get their tags and enter! Lucky for us, being with the show, we hunted up and found the industry booth, and got our credentials in a few seconds.
The press of people was just too much for me. I didn't even try to visit anything there. We got to the theater space and waited our turn to go in.
Finally, a line formed for Dungeonmaster. I started hawking the character cards for anyone who wanted to volunteer to be in the adventuring party. I paced up and down the line repeated, handing out cards and pencils for folks, and collecting the completed forms. Got a bit hoarse, doing it.
hendel finally arrived, too late to get in line for the show. *Sigh*. At least we could meet and greet, more or less...Finally, I joined the cast in the theater; we picked our random list of folks and I was assigned duty at the drums/gong.
The show was spectacular. We didn't just fill EVERY seat, but also had to turn away nearly as many folks as we seated! People had a great time with it; there were times of hilarity, sacrifice, fear and amusement. Great applause repeatedly! Very nice...
At the exit, my wife and I handed out the flyers we'd made, listing our show's home, contact information, and the dates of the next season. We ran completely out...
Worn to a frazzle, we stopped on our way home at an Asian restaurant called The Boiling Point in Rowland Heights. Ate our fill and then home for a deserved collapse.