This weekend, as many know, there was the Mantova Comics, a wonderful opportunity to meet the Editor, designers, singers and abbreviations faces ass as the girl at the Game Stop. This time I approached the trip with Zarko, Harry and Jean, clever fellow delirium and gossip. ♥ The journey by train to Reggio was quick and painless and the rest of road trip stories of frenzied useless (mostly mine), diabolical projects / Celbuski pornography to convince to take us to the Marvel nonsense and any other business. a breakfast, around the stands, chatting and then off to deliver the book. The orange corridor was already disturbing enough of her, not to mention dining chairs look like the sides. Delivery of the book to the polite guys who probably had taken root there by Friday (maximum estimate up to you) and then straight to the outdoor stand steering wheel for a sandwich. Among ideas
sick and deadly shit, it's time X.
leave the area Zarko cosplay to take pictures and talk and we head to the dreaded orange corridor, we identified three chairs svacchiamo affected dall'abbiocco post sandwich. I think back to Mr Bam (cited incomprehensible to most people, sorry), makes me smile ... but sleep got the better. I turn off at the moment with his eyes open. Jean pointed out to me that our dress code is totally unsuitable for the event. Luckily I put the jeans and skirts. Some boys piled on the chairs and start browsing through their book to think of being out of place. Not only for the dress code of course. The boards that I go under the nose are hallucinating. Probably not even if I could conceive of amphetamines such things. Prospects crazy, ink with a steady hand and accurate dates and especially magnificent color plates.
My self-esteem (which on a scale from 0 to 10 typically ranges between 1 and 2 in the good days) falls into a black hole and god knows where it ends (parallel worlds? Back in time? Fact is disappearing. u_u).
comes Mister Marvel salutes the design information storage, Harry remembered it less toned, I just remembered it.
fact is that in 2 to 3 hours during which he heads to do half the shit that we say, from interview room assistants come with a ton of books and the girl at the table starts to call the selected designers. I think it was 10. I honestly do not remember. I felt so out of place that probably my mind was already home to crash into a corner any. I felt like a 5 th grade girl showing her latest designs of Leonardo stained with pennarelloni JUMBO.
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