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A mysterious encounter at Gen Con 2013
I haven’t related this incident previously, but NOW IT CAN BE TOLD! (Because I finally got around to cleaning the business cards and such out of my badge wallet, found a particular item, and was reminded of what occurred.)
It happened at the “Night of Dungeons & Dragons” event, where I was autographing at one spot along a string of tables with my fellow Sundering authors Bob Salvatore, Ed Greenwood, Erin M. Evans, and Troy Denning. A guy came through the line, but instead of getting a signature, he handed me a square of cardboard and moved on.
When I looked at the card, it was a pass for one comp admission to the Mitchell Brothers O’Farrell Theatre, “San Francisco’s Destination for Adult Entertainment.”
This surprised me partly because, as usual, Gen Con was in Indianapolis. The Mitchell Brothers O’Farrell Theatre was 2,000 miles away. So why did my benefactor, whom I believe to be a theater employee, deem it worthwhile to give me the pass?
I can think of two hypotheses.
One is that I look like a man who, if you COULD just get him inside the theater, would run amok buying Nude Dances in the VIP Green Door room. So the guy gave me the pass in the same spirit that you buy a Powerball ticket. You know the bet probably won’t pay off, but you figure that if it does, it’s going to rain money.
If that’s what he was thinking, it gives me worthwhile insight into how others interpret my appearance and demeanor. But I actually prefer my other hypothesis.
I want to believe that all the people working at the theater are D&D fans. That when Bethany Bare, Raven Love, and Valentina Poly finish with the tedium of making “girl-on-girl fantasies come true right in front of you” in the Ultra Room, what REALLY excites them is racing back to the dressing room, hunkering down at the table with its hex mat, miniatures, and polyhedral dice, and guiding their 6th level halfling rogue, 4th level human wizard, and 8th level half-elf ranger on through the Cavern of the Bleeding Skull. That’s just a fun thing to imagine.
http://www.ofarrell.com/home.html
It happened at the “Night of Dungeons & Dragons” event, where I was autographing at one spot along a string of tables with my fellow Sundering authors Bob Salvatore, Ed Greenwood, Erin M. Evans, and Troy Denning. A guy came through the line, but instead of getting a signature, he handed me a square of cardboard and moved on.
When I looked at the card, it was a pass for one comp admission to the Mitchell Brothers O’Farrell Theatre, “San Francisco’s Destination for Adult Entertainment.”
This surprised me partly because, as usual, Gen Con was in Indianapolis. The Mitchell Brothers O’Farrell Theatre was 2,000 miles away. So why did my benefactor, whom I believe to be a theater employee, deem it worthwhile to give me the pass?
I can think of two hypotheses.
One is that I look like a man who, if you COULD just get him inside the theater, would run amok buying Nude Dances in the VIP Green Door room. So the guy gave me the pass in the same spirit that you buy a Powerball ticket. You know the bet probably won’t pay off, but you figure that if it does, it’s going to rain money.
If that’s what he was thinking, it gives me worthwhile insight into how others interpret my appearance and demeanor. But I actually prefer my other hypothesis.
I want to believe that all the people working at the theater are D&D fans. That when Bethany Bare, Raven Love, and Valentina Poly finish with the tedium of making “girl-on-girl fantasies come true right in front of you” in the Ultra Room, what REALLY excites them is racing back to the dressing room, hunkering down at the table with its hex mat, miniatures, and polyhedral dice, and guiding their 6th level halfling rogue, 4th level human wizard, and 8th level half-elf ranger on through the Cavern of the Bleeding Skull. That’s just a fun thing to imagine.
http://www.ofarrell.com/home.html
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