LJ Idol Season 7 Week 7 Brouhaha
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puppetmakerA number of years ago about a year after Peter and I had officially become a couple, we decided at the last minute to go to ChattaCon. I had been seriously encouraged to go to the convention for some reason or another. It gave me a chance to see at least two of my three siblings if not all three along with friends and acquaintances that I hadn’t seen since Peter and I had become an item.
Bill Harrison is an old buddy of mine. We met more years than either of us will admit but we hit it off and had been friends for years. He was (and is) in charge of the ChattaCon Beer Garden aka the ChattaCon Hospitality Suite. He was short handed so he drafted Peter into helping him pour beer. He showed Peter how to do it and Peter had a knack for it so he started checking IDs and serving beer.
Now while he was behind the bar, people would come up and asked for a beer. There were a number of double takes as people, many who attended DragonCon, tried to figure out if they were seeing who they thought they were seeing behind the tap. I sat off to the side and watched the various reactions that flew over people’s faces.
One guy came up and handed Peter his ID. Peter checked it over and handed it back to him with a Thank you and processed to pour him two beers (the limit). The guy looked at Peter with a very puzzled expression on his face and then the dime dropped. He said very tentatively, “Are you Peter David the writer?”
Peter said, “Yes I am.”
The guy then asked, “What are you doing here?”
Peter put the cups of beer on the bar top and said, “Pouring you a beer.” The guy picked up his two beers and went back to the table where he was with his buddies. We watched as he put the beers down and started talking and pointing back to the bar. His buddies shook their heads in disbelief. He gestured wildly and kept shaking his head up and down to the point I thought it was going to fall of. So one of his buddies got up and pulled out his ID from his pocket and went to the bar and asked Peter for a beer. Peter checked the ID and started to pour the beer.
The buddy said as casually as he could, “My friend thinks you’re Peter David writer of stuff.”
Peter finished his pour and put the beer up on the bar, “And he would be right.”
I could see the wheels churning in the buddy’s head as he tried to wrap his mind around what he was just told, “You are the Peter David? Writer for Babylon 5?”
“Yep,” came the answer.
The guy went back to the table and confirmed that what they had been told was true. Peter David was pouring beer at ChattaCon for thirsty fans. It was quite a brew-ha-ha as Peter spent the rest of the evening pouring beer and telling stories.
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At the second New York Comic Con, Peter was introduced to the Robot Chicken gang being Matt, Tom and Seth. They invited Peter and me to go play table tennis (ping pong) at this bar that they knew that had pool tables and ping pong tables. It was right down from the Marvel Party so we agreed to join up with them after we had talked to who we needed to talk to at the Marvel party.
We got to the bar/game room and went on it. We were shortly joined by Matt, Tom, and Seth. They had a reservation for a table but the previous patrons were finishing up a game so we went to the bar and got drinks. We were informed that our table was ready for us. We got comfortable and flipped for who was going to play first. Matt and Seth squared off while Tom, Peter and I watching and talked about all kinds of things. Matt lost by not much so Tom and Seth squared off. Peter went back to the bar to get the next round. Matt and I were talking and he said very quietly, “We’ve been made.” We stood up and walked around the table to put us in a better position to get to Seth if we needed to. Some young ladies who were gigglers came up and had their picture taken with Seth. It was all nice and polite but Matt and I watched the guys that were with the girls carefully.
At this point Peter came back from the bar with the drinks to see this going on. One of the guys that was with the giggling group of girls said to Peter, ”They think he's Scott Evil,” in that knowing tone. "They don't realize he's just some lookalike."
To which Peter replied, “Yeah, he gets that all the time. . .Frankly I don’t see the resemblance.”
The club moved us to a more private area and Peter and Seth played a game then Matt and Tom with the winner playing Seth. We sat around talking about all kinds of things and had just a really nice relaxing evening. I noticed out of the corner of my eye people gazing our direction trying to figure out if we were who they thought we were. We had created a minor brouhaha.
I have a million stories like these. It is fun being the unknown in the group so I can watch the reactions of people to my friends and colleagues and the brouhaha that can follow our merry gang.
Bill Harrison is an old buddy of mine. We met more years than either of us will admit but we hit it off and had been friends for years. He was (and is) in charge of the ChattaCon Beer Garden aka the ChattaCon Hospitality Suite. He was short handed so he drafted Peter into helping him pour beer. He showed Peter how to do it and Peter had a knack for it so he started checking IDs and serving beer.
Now while he was behind the bar, people would come up and asked for a beer. There were a number of double takes as people, many who attended DragonCon, tried to figure out if they were seeing who they thought they were seeing behind the tap. I sat off to the side and watched the various reactions that flew over people’s faces.
One guy came up and handed Peter his ID. Peter checked it over and handed it back to him with a Thank you and processed to pour him two beers (the limit). The guy looked at Peter with a very puzzled expression on his face and then the dime dropped. He said very tentatively, “Are you Peter David the writer?”
Peter said, “Yes I am.”
The guy then asked, “What are you doing here?”
Peter put the cups of beer on the bar top and said, “Pouring you a beer.” The guy picked up his two beers and went back to the table where he was with his buddies. We watched as he put the beers down and started talking and pointing back to the bar. His buddies shook their heads in disbelief. He gestured wildly and kept shaking his head up and down to the point I thought it was going to fall of. So one of his buddies got up and pulled out his ID from his pocket and went to the bar and asked Peter for a beer. Peter checked the ID and started to pour the beer.
The buddy said as casually as he could, “My friend thinks you’re Peter David writer of stuff.”
Peter finished his pour and put the beer up on the bar, “And he would be right.”
I could see the wheels churning in the buddy’s head as he tried to wrap his mind around what he was just told, “You are the Peter David? Writer for Babylon 5?”
“Yep,” came the answer.
The guy went back to the table and confirmed that what they had been told was true. Peter David was pouring beer at ChattaCon for thirsty fans. It was quite a brew-ha-ha as Peter spent the rest of the evening pouring beer and telling stories.
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At the second New York Comic Con, Peter was introduced to the Robot Chicken gang being Matt, Tom and Seth. They invited Peter and me to go play table tennis (ping pong) at this bar that they knew that had pool tables and ping pong tables. It was right down from the Marvel Party so we agreed to join up with them after we had talked to who we needed to talk to at the Marvel party.
We got to the bar/game room and went on it. We were shortly joined by Matt, Tom, and Seth. They had a reservation for a table but the previous patrons were finishing up a game so we went to the bar and got drinks. We were informed that our table was ready for us. We got comfortable and flipped for who was going to play first. Matt and Seth squared off while Tom, Peter and I watching and talked about all kinds of things. Matt lost by not much so Tom and Seth squared off. Peter went back to the bar to get the next round. Matt and I were talking and he said very quietly, “We’ve been made.” We stood up and walked around the table to put us in a better position to get to Seth if we needed to. Some young ladies who were gigglers came up and had their picture taken with Seth. It was all nice and polite but Matt and I watched the guys that were with the girls carefully.
At this point Peter came back from the bar with the drinks to see this going on. One of the guys that was with the giggling group of girls said to Peter, ”They think he's Scott Evil,” in that knowing tone. "They don't realize he's just some lookalike."
To which Peter replied, “Yeah, he gets that all the time. . .Frankly I don’t see the resemblance.”
The club moved us to a more private area and Peter and Seth played a game then Matt and Tom with the winner playing Seth. We sat around talking about all kinds of things and had just a really nice relaxing evening. I noticed out of the corner of my eye people gazing our direction trying to figure out if we were who they thought we were. We had created a minor brouhaha.
I have a million stories like these. It is fun being the unknown in the group so I can watch the reactions of people to my friends and colleagues and the brouhaha that can follow our merry gang.
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Date: 2010-12-16 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-16 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-16 10:13 pm (UTC)My husband Tom would just love sitting to talk to Peter about stuff. Tom loves all sorts of shows and to tell you the truth B5 was and still is a favorite in our household.
Loved your entry.
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Date: 2010-12-17 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-17 05:36 am (UTC)Right after he did so, the door to the next room where the collating was going on opened. Isaac Asimov stuck his head out and said "Hey, we're running out of pages 3 and 7 in here" and then went back to helping collate.
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Date: 2010-12-17 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-17 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-17 11:05 pm (UTC)I imagine you being 'a little fly on the wall' at these gatherings with a trusty notebook in hand to gather fodder for potential stories.
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Date: 2010-12-18 05:44 pm (UTC)I wonder if the bar people in the first story kept thinking But...but he doesn't drink... More dissonance! Still, it sounds like Peter, to jump in like that.
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Date: 2010-12-20 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-20 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-21 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-21 07:22 pm (UTC)All that said, I imagine it would be kind of fun to be the unknown, sort of watching all this from an outside perspective. It must be so very interesting :)
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Date: 2010-12-21 10:02 pm (UTC)The one time I did approach somebody...
Stan Lee was in Honolulu a few years back (like in the early 90's) and was having a signing session of some sort. My friend and I didn't have anything for him to sign, but wanted to meet him. We bought a selection of soft drinks and hopped in line. When we got to the front of the line, the bodyguard dude asked what we wanted him to sign and we explained that we didn't have anything, but had brought some drinks because we figured he might be thirsty.
The bodyguard dude told us if we didn't have anything to sign, we had to leave, but Mr. Lee had overheard our exchange and said "hold on, these are fine people. What did you bring?"
We chatted for a moment, he shook both of our hands, and I believe he took a root beer. We also offered the bodyguard due something and I think he took an orange soda.
Anyhow, that's my one brush with greatness. If I saw him again in a "free range celebrity" situation, I'd let the poor man alone.
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Date: 2010-12-21 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-22 01:17 am (UTC)This is a really great "other side" tale with some of my favorite participants! What fun. Thanks for sharing it.