Friday, November 5, 2010
The Long Goodis Friday
Yawwwwwn. So. Many. Beers... and cake. Dinner last night was actually white wine with chocolate cake. That's me, pixure of helth. NoirCon is here, folks. Got into Philly yesterday and ran into Cameron Ashley in the hotel lobby. Cheeky bastard was getting his own room rather than crashing with me and Kieran Shea. This room is getting expensive. Anybody wanna crash the party and split the room fee? I'm not a snorer, but I do cuddle. Sorry, Shea. After dropping off my stuff in Ashley's room we met Scott Phillips, Shea and Stacia Decker at the bar where I wisely consumed copious amounts of coffee before taking a walking tour of the downtown area with Shea and Ashley. We found a great bookstore with PM Press stuff out the wazoo and a cool comic book store. Mostly, it was bars though. We hit a few. This morning they're hitting back.
Met Lou Boxer at the Society Hill Playhouse a few hours before the film David Goodis: To a Pulp was screened there. He's pulled off a hell of a classy event here. The programs for this thing are unbelievable. Really. Gorgeous. You want one. You do. At the playhouse, they've set up a bookstore for the weekend. My pulse rises looking at the selection. Stuff you don't just find on the shelf anywhere. And lots of it. I'm so broke. If you come split the room and want me to sleep on the floor, I'll do it so I can afford to purchase some of these gems, (Needle magazine and Beat to a Pulp among them!)
At the screening got to meet Patti Abbott and her husband, Ed Pettit, Cullen Gallagher and Peter Rozovsky. Good to see Dennis Tafoya, Jonathan Woods and Duane Swierczynski too. Afterward a bunch of us ended up at a German beer hall up the street and did more of the, uh beer thing. Walked back to the hotel with Ashley and David Corbett, then met Reed Farrel Coleman and his lovely wife, (he scored, man - waaaaay out of his league), and a company of enthusiasts and did, yeah, more beer.
This morning at Ransom Notes I'm sounding the NoirCon bell and looking ever so briefly at David Goodis, without whom we may as well be congregating in Kansas City, (not a bad idea, actually - KC folks, get on that, I'm on board). I'm sucking down caffeine nutrients and headed to a panel on Noir and Pornography with Coleman and Christa Faust in a couple of hours. It's going to be a long day. And over far too soon.