Flashback to about three years ago – The Botboy Era. He was away. I was taking his newly-purchased toys into my bedroom closet for safekeeping. He kept talking about this convention called “BotCon” (a convention for all-things TransFormers (and their collectors)) and, when he got his Golden Ticket (an exclusive pass to the convention), he was over the moon. The only concern was whether he was going to get back in time to go.
Things happened – we didn’t talk for awhile. I assume he went – he certainly spent enough money on that ticket so that it would have been a shame if he hadn’t. After we got back in touch, I may have even asked if he went; I don’t remember. I wouldn’t say I quite forgot about the convention, but it was held in San Diego… far away from me and, while I became interested in the toys, the comics, and even the original TV show (until Netflix took it down – Fuck you, Netflix), I wasn’t interested enough to get on a plane and fly all that way for something like that. (BlizzCon? That’s a totally different story.)
Flash-forward again. I’ve since left Tampa. I don’t talk to Botboy anymore… haven’t heard a word out of him since August 2014, before I moved and when I told him about Ormsby. True to his word, back in early 2014, as soon as he found out that I was seeing someone else, he’s never spoken to me again. As tempted as I was to reach out to him when I was there for a visit a few weeks back, just to see how he was doing, I resisted it. Sometimes, maybe, the past is best left in the past, I thought.
But, then, randomly, I found out that in 2016, for some absurd reason, BotCon was coming to Louisville. I was sorely tempted to go – but Ormsby and I already had plans out of town. When those plans fell through, however, it was like a green light signaled “go” and I began to seriously consider going. Understand: I wouldn’t have if the convention had been anywhere EXCEPT where I live. I still have an interest in Giant Robots, I need to revive the Adventures of Prowl series (and I will soon), and seriously, the only real regret I have about Botboy is that I did not ask him for the full reading list of those comics he started me on years ago so I could continue on my own, because I’d be lost if I started them now. Further, as much as I heard about it in 2013, as integral it was to the conversations (and the websites I’d visit, and the phone numbers I’d call, trying to investigate when those Golden Tickets were going to go on sale), I felt like I NEEDED to see it for myself. I had no interest in buying a Golden Ticket – they are very expensive, and while I like the Robots, I am not a mega-enough fan to justify spending that kind of money on something like that. But General Admission would be Saturday and Sunday and I could swing that. And pay for Ormsby’s ticket too.
So on Saturday, it was decided that Ormsby and I would first go to the U of L Honors Book sale on campus, and then head downtown to the Galt House for BotCon. I didn’t have any desire to go to any of the panels. Watching the people dressed up in TransFormers costumes was pretty awesome (and also pretty hysterical).
And we had fun trailing through the rows of things to buy.
Ormsby found instances where TransFormers met Star Wars and he was happy. I found a woman who sews and embroiders Giant Robots and bought Starscream. A few rows down, I found Bumblebee (in a Red, VW Beetle). I purchased both, because they both have meaning for me – Starscream being my favorite. Red VW Beetles being an interest that my father and I share. Though, when I sent my father a photo of it, I think I was more amused than he was. Dad might get more excited about it if I ever took it out of the box and let him play with it, but I simply can’t do that. Even I don’t take it out of the box. Those damned habits picked up well in the past (that have little to do with me) are hard to shake sometimes. I should have purchased two. Then I’d have one to play with. But Christ, that shit is not cheap. And bills. Fucking bills.
Then, happy but a little more broke than I intended to be, we left. Because my god, if we’d stayed longer, I’d have spent my entire paycheck that I’d gotten on Friday and I had bills to pay.
If Botboy came to Louisville for this, he didn’t contact me. I didn’t expect him to. And when we were at the convention, I didn’t see him meandering around, either. Preferring to avoid the awkward, I was really ok with that, but Ormsby was a little disappointed (he, apparently, would like to meet him for some odd reason). He really wanted me to tell him where to find his Facebook profile so he could send him a message and tell him that he should go to dinner with us… Because a dinner with Botboy, Lord Ormsby, and Crazypants (me) at the same table would be… loads of fun… yes. :S
I don’t know if I was expecting to run into him or not… I guess I was prepared for the possibility that we would. Or, at least, prepared in the same way the way that water is prepared to move through a tube – seeking the path of least resistance… meaning if he’d spoken to me, I’d have responded. If he didn’t, I wouldn’t have pushed it. It didn’t really matter. Running into Botboy wasn’t the point in the first place. I knocked something off the bucket list (more cheaply than I would have if it had been in any other city, at any other time). I have some things to remember the experience by. I’m good with that.
Next on the list is BlizzCon… and for that, when I finally manage to make it happen, you better believe I WILL be buying a fucking Golden Ticket. Or whatever they hell they’re called there. And I’ll be costumed as some of my own characters.