The Day I Met the Godfather of Zombies

Signed by the man himself Mr. George A Romero
(Insert fan girl squeal here)

If you know anything about horror, I bet even if you know nothing of it, then you know this man, George A. Romero! This was a big, scratch that, HUGE day for me. Not only because I got to meet the man himself, but because it was my first time attending a horror convention. In the days prior I had seen a link posted for the convention and thought "this is it! this is where I am meant to be". That morning I still wasn't positive that I was going to attend only due to circumstance but the stars aligned and I was on my way to a life changing experience and what would soon become something I look forward to every year.

Let me be honest with you, I was scared. I had no idea what I was getting myself in to. There were hoards of people around. Shuffling in and out of the vendors room lines. The tables were full items taken straight out of my wildest dreams. Knives, blood, and cosplay oh my! My head was spinning just taking it all in. I finally got the nerve to ask where the line for George Romero was.... Surprise surprise it was the one that was out the doors and alongside the building. I had come this far why not go all the way. So here I found myself standing amongst the strange and socially awkward and I fit right in with them. This was to be where I now feel most at home. These are my people.

Fast forward 3, let's count that together now 1,2,3 hours later I am in the next group to enter the stars room and my heart is racing. What do you mean I've been standing here for 3 hours and haven't thought of what to say when I get up there??? Don't be stupid I told myself. Breathe and act like a normal person, well as normal as you can be. Once I picked out my posters I was next in line. Shakily hand my money to the lady and BAM! There he is right in front of my face. He extended his hand for me to shake. HOLY CRAP I'm shaking George Romero's hand! Is hand washing the rest of my life really a necessity? (ok so that's going a little bit overboard but I totally thought it for .2 seconds)

He was not doing posed pictures as it had been a long day
and he still had hours left but he did welcome candids while
he signed your merchandise.YUP! That's what a happy me looks like!

Tongue tied and smiling like an idiot he signs my posters and I finally find my voice and tell him how amazing his work is and that I've been a fan since I was young. His movies were some of the first that introduced me to the genre. There was talk of the hotel's toilet paper and how he needed softer toilet paper... RANDOM but thanks for sharing George. When it was ti was time to part ways he shook my hand again and I thanked him about 3 times. He was just a sweet and kind old man.

The rest of my day was spent riding the high that I had actually met one of my idols and I knew that I would be back for more. I skipped through the parking lot to my car and immediately began to rub it in everyone's face via text/phone call. The posters began the start of a collection that I hang on what I call "my badass wall" when you first enter my home.