Attending the Fanboy Expo Comic Con in Knoxville, Tennessee last weekend was a lot of fun, even
more so than usual. My darling Pamela made the trip along with me and the rest of the Loredagger crew. That alone is extraordinary. Usually the sweet one stays home while I do the comic circuit, preferring to count the cash afterwards to see if I've earned my keep until the next show. Yet another reason for all you Lorefans to keep buying the Wanderers series: the continued happiness of my marriage. Yet, this blog isn't just another ad for Loredagger. Read on, gentle Lorefan, read on.
My darling wife, prior to Father's Day, while perusing emails and scanning headlines discovered
that Adrian Paul of Highlander fame would be appearing in Knoxville at the Fanboy Expo Comic Con.
Not only that, he was offering a chance to train with him at The Sword Experience. Would I be interested? What? A chance to train with Duncan Macleod himself? Sign me up, baby doll! I loved the original Highlander movie. I'd even collected dvds of the Highlander TV series as gifts over the years. Now here I was, going to meet the Highlander in person! Yeah, there's a great Father's Day gift.
My son and I, separated from our crew, first spotted Adrian Paul as we stood by his display. He came down the aisles,pulling a cart load of boxes and greeting the fans. Yes, I like a TV/movie star who can haul his own equipment around. Usually the lifting ministry, as I call it, is reserved for ordinary guys like Colt and me. It was nice to see Adrian Paul, actor, hefting his own gear. Dropping the boxes off, Paul left word that he would be back by 4 pm. As he left, he walked right by the lovely Pamela, who was oblivious to the man, having my youngest grandson in tow. No one can outshine Lawson in his cute baby mode. Here was my lovely wife standing next to Adrian Paul oblivious to his presence. Twirling like a whirlwind, trying to spot the actor as Colt and I pointed him out, she kept facing the wrong direction. When she finally realized just who was headed where, she aimed the baby carriage like a heat seeking missle, straight for the Highlander. As I calculated the sky high cost of damages for running over a movie star, she brought the carriage to a screeching halt. "You guys are kidding right? Adrian's not here yet? That's just a cosplayer." Nope, baby cakes, that was the real thing. My dear wife made me circle by the display every few minutes after that. He would return at 4 pm she knew, but she wasn't going to risk missing him. Strange how my wife suddenly became a huge Highlander fan. When questioned on the matter, she replied, "You know I always liked the show, but Adrian Paul, he's just so, wow!" Wow indeed.
Patiently waiting in line, watching the parade of costumes and activity about us, we were rewarded
when Paul returned on time. His aide had us select photos for autographing. Photos were nice, but I wanted to know when I was going to get my bokken, the training sword I would cross with the the
Highlander himself. Having a hard time hearing over the chattering fans and a TV monitor, I gleaned that the coveted blade would be coming later. Over the din, I thought I heard my wonderful wife asking Adrian if he would facechat my grandson Carter, who couldn't make the trip. Amazingly, though his aides weren't happy about it, Paul complied with a smile on his face, despite having hundreds of other people yet to see. That simple gesture made my grandson very happy. I was also impressed that my daughter didn't wreck the car when seeing Adrian on her phone. My wife beamed the rest of the trip, and that's no small feat. Hey, the Highlander impressed even cynical me with his generosity. Pamela collected her selfie with Paul, all smiles and giggles. Then it was my turn.
Now, I'm not a fool. My darling wife will be looking at these photos for years to come, and I'm going
to be compared and measured hopelessly against, Adrian Paul. The man is taller, younger and in far better physical shape than I, so what could I do? Sucking in my gut, I flexed my arms and chest to the bursting point and hoped for the best. Surely Duncan Macleod wouldn't think he was under attack and cut off my head. As it turned out, methinks the Highlander did a little flexing himself. Photos don't lie.
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