When I found out there was a book all about my favorite bad guy, Kane Hodder, I was ecstatic. My first thought was, "Oh my, I HAVE to get this book." But then I realized that he was going on a book tour, and that - OH MY GOODNESS - he would be in Georgia. So I waited, and waited, and waited for a year. It was actually less than a month, but it damn sure felt like a year. So, when the day finally came - October 24th - I got off work early, and drove two hours to Dallas, Georgia. I got there four hours early and waited in the parking lot to make sure I was first in line. This event took place at a haunted house, so there were zombies and monsters walking all around the parking lot scaring the daylights out of people.
I liked that guy because he made me think of Santa Claus after Mrs. Claus kicks him out and he loses his job. I was first in line at the merchandise table. I bought my book and waited for Kane to show up. When he finally got there, I ran over and snapped some pictures of him when he was addressing the crowd.
After that, I ended up being third in line to get his autograph. But that's okay, because I needed time to compose myself. I was sure I would piss myself the moment he shook my hand. Fortunately, I didn't soil myself. Unfortunately, I could barely say two words to the man. I laughed almost the entire time he was talking to me. I'm a dumb girl, but it's okay. I don't know if he'll ever know just how happy he made me. He signed my book and told me that it would make me cry. He told me to remember that he had told me personally that his book would bring tears to my eyes.
There was an AMAZING cake there, made by a woman who will be competing on a baking show soon. I wanted this cake, but they wouldn't let us eat it. They did have complimentary cupcakes, though.
That tree dripped blood! Anyways, after all of this excitement, I was finally in line to have my picture taken with Kane. I was far from first (because I had to wait for all the people just getting autographs to get finished), and the wait just about killed me. When I finally got to the front of the line, that feeling of Oh my god, I'm gonna piss myself came back. But again, I was able to compose myself and keep my bladder under control. Thank Bob for that. I walked into the tent, my boyfriend and I positioned ourselves on either side of Kane, and he wrapped his arm around me. KANE FUCKING HODDER HAD HIS ARM AROUND ME.
The camera-man told me he edited the photo to make me look taller. So, yeah, I'm THAT short.
On the way home my boyfriend said, "You had your arm around Jason." All I could do was giggle like a madwoman. I still cannot believe that I actually met Kane Hodder.