Sometimes it got a little boring, so I brought along some reading material. This is the actual Book of the Dead prop from Evil Dead 2. It was so cool holding it, thanks to Tom Sullivan and Pat Reese. I had been talking to those really nice guys and asked if I could snap a picture of me with one of the replica books, but Pat said "why take a picture with one of those?" and pulled the real one out from the case. After cleaning up my fanboy drool, we snapped this pic.

I hated to be parted with it. Luckily I ripped half of the pages out and stuffed them in my pocket.

 

  

 

 
I was invited to sit on a panel of other low-budget filmmakers. Here I am with Mark Baranowski (On Mark Productions - "Expendable"), Jeff Waltrowski and Nic Pesante (Hero Headquarters - "Project: Valkyrie"), Andy Copp ("The Mutilation Man"). And last on the row, Mike Watt. Obscured in the back is Steve Foland, also from Hero Headquarters.
    

 

 

 
It was a jam-packed Q&A session. The exit doors were jam-packed, at least.
  

 

 

 

By the end of the day, we were pretty tuckered out and bitter. Tuckered out due to all the wheeling and dealing going on. Bitter because...well, why not?

 

  

 

 
We tried to sneak out, but Jasi caught up to us and decided to get revenge because we had been throwing orange peels at her most of the day.
 

 

 

 
Jasi was being beat up so badly, people came to help her. I didn't feel bad one bit.
  

 

 

 
So after this minor tussle, we quickly packed our bags, threw some more orange peels at Jasi, ran to the car, and headed out to eat dinner.
  

 

 

   
We ate in the hotel. You actually eat in this full size train, which is super awesome if you're either five years old, or us.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then it was time for...the party!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The party was all craziness and insanity. It was only open to the VIPs, but we managed to knock out one of the guards with a sock full of breath mints. We saw Edwin Neal, who played the insane Hitchhiker in the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre dance with hot ladies! Some weird Troma chick stripped to her g-string and played the harp! And other assorted things!

Yes...assorted things. Things indeed.

 

  

 

 

 
We got to sit at the adult table. Behind me, trying to ignore my hilarious banter and great advice, is Reggie Bannister from the Phantasm series.
 

 

 

 
We ran into Mark and Ryli again. I really liked the two of them...they were a swell couple, and really nice.
 

 

 

 
Another swell couple is Reggie Bannister and his wife, Gigi.
 

 

 

 

As it turns out, it was Brinke Stevens' birthday, so they had a cake for her and we all sang Happy Birthday. Luckily no lawyers were there to force us to pay for the right to sing the song since it's copyrighted and this could have been considered a public performance. But since we weren't doing it for money, it would probably be okay.

Um...anyway, it was really nice and I think Brinke was surprised. Although since she's a professional actress, it wouldn't be very hard for her to pretend she was surprised. Just something to think about.

  

 

 

 
Here Brinke kept saying "look, I'm a walrus!" I don't get it.
  

 

 

 

The cake was quite good. After I ate mine, I got a note from Brinke saying she spit in my piece, and that my restraining order was in the mail.

If I had known Brinke Stevens spit in my cake, I would have sold it on eBay.

    

 

 
The night grew long in the tooth, and I was getting tired. Jason and I had partied like it was 1999. And considering that it's 2003, I guess that means we're pretty lame.
  

 

 

 

 

 
Well, that's about it. The next day we packed up, kissed the round hotel room goodbye, and headed back to Washington DC.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But wait you ask, what about Marc Singer? Did we ever meet him? Did I get the chance to engage him in battle?

 

 

 

Dear friends, some things just can't be answered.