I'm back after only a very short time at APE. I could only stay the first day so I first wanted to thank the other talented individuals that exhibited along side me in the Carbon Robot booth. Thanks to NU, Junior, Timmothy, and Rich for helping sell my sketchbooks on Sunday while I wasn't there, you guys are awesome. Most importantly thank you to those of you who had a genuin interest in my work and took the time to come over say hi and buy a sketchbook and/or print from the table, that on it's own made the whole experience. This was only my second convention I attended and only the 4th convention overall that I have been to in my almost 30 years of age. I pretty much sold out of prints the very first day with only two left the next day and sold the majority of my sketchbooks too, that was amazing to me. The "mechanical invitation" print sold out first and that really spoke well that the Cardboard City project im working on is headed in the right direction. I should have pages for attendees to check out at the upcoming Wondercon convention in Frisco.
The Con was great but afterwords definitely had it's ups and downs. After we left the first night we (me and Amador) went and grabbed dinner with our extremely nice as well as talented booth neighbors Manual and his wife Denise. After sitting in our booths and doing Jager shots on the hour every hour we were starving and found ourselves eating at the 21st Amendment just down the street.
Next was a trip to the Isotope which I had never been to and had a good time watching the awards. I had never in my life seen so many people packed into one comic shop. I also had never seen a bar in a comic shop either, good times.
From there we ended up at the Bloodhound bar after finally meeting up with Nu, Rich and Tim. Heres where my night got shitty. So we finally ran into our friends and decided to walk up the street to find a club or a bar we could hang out at. I happened to park my truck in a parking lot that I knew I shouldn't have parked at but decided that it was ok. So we walk a couple blocks down the street and after finding out they had a $20 cover we said screw that headed back the way we came. On the walk back I was kind of looking for my truck and not seeing it a block or two down the street. When I did see it I relized it was about six feet in the air on the back of a flat bed truck. I imediately bolted, running accross an intersection and catching the two guys just about to leave with my truck. I did the "hey guys, sorry about that. Why don't you go ahead and put my truck back and I won't park here." routine where I was sadly denied. "Alright, how much?" I asked. "$100 bucks", he says. "I got $40 cash", trying to hand it to him. "No", as he's starting to get into his truck. "wow, wow, ok $100" I say, and after barrowing $60 bucks from Amador temporarily the jerk finally took my truck down. Lesson learned. We found ourselves back at the Bloodhound but not long after were somehow able to sneak into some party up on the top floor of a pretty nice apartment complex, they were more like condos or something. Anyway, after about three free drinks I think they caught on that we were not supposed to be there and were politely asked to leave, haha. In the end I think we all had a great night.

I'll have some more art to post very soon.

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