As I posted earlier, I ran into Travis — yes, we’re on a first name basis now — Thursday night at the Witches of East End party. Later that night as I’m walking, ok, maybe stumbling, through the hotel lobby, who do I see eating “room service” at the reception desk? It’s Travis and his friends. It’s late so I’m too tired to do anything.
Next morning, on the way to breakfast, who do I see on his way out to Comic-Con? Travis, and this time, he’s with Katheryn Winnick (Lagertha Lothbok), who looks stunning in an orange jumper. Not now, Travis. It’s too early and I’m too hungry.
My last night out during Comic-Con, my well-connected friend got us invites to A&E’s Bates Motel party, sponsored by Playboy and Patron. After checking in at the Witches of East End fan appreciation party, we head out to find the Playboy/Bates Motel party that doesn’t have an address. Playboy is too coy. Like Batman knows where he’s needed, we followed the Playboy/Bates Motel signal to the party at a dressed up parking lot.
As you can imagine the draw that any Playboy party will garner, no matter its secret location, the lines were wrapped around the corner. Fear not, not well-connected friend easily gets us through the shortest line.
My friend may have gotten us into the party but it was Travis who got me into the VIP section. I happened to be standing next to him at the VIP entrance. I said hi to him, hoping that our chance meeting the night before has been etched in his mind ever since. It wasn’t.
But that fleeting exchange made an impression on the bouncer. He assumed that I was with Travis’ party and held the velvet rope for me. Well, who was I to correct him?
I love you, Travis, but I know how to take a hint. Thank you for your parting gift though.