And finally, part 3 of my Vegas 2008 convention report:
Seeing Avery Brooks on stage was awesome. He also presented a teacher recognition award, and the winner had submitted an essay. While they were presenting the award, a convention organizer on stage said that they’d read her essay if they had time at the end, but Mr. Brooks insisted that the winner stay on stage and he read her essay right then and there, insisting that we had time, *now*. And it was a great essay.
Mr. Brooks had his funny moments on stage, and also some “deep” moments. What I loved most was a question from a fan who asked what was more important to him, recognition from his peers, or recognition from his fans. I don’t remember everything he said, but he did say that he really enjoyed meeting fans, meeting with all of us backstage getting his autograph, getting to know and meet people was very important to him, and if we ever saw him on stage at some big awards ceremony making a big deal out of some award he’d gotten, then we should stop going to see him at conventions.
There was also a kid who came up to ask a question but kept stumbling over his words, so Mr. Brooks brought the kid up on stage, sat the kid down in the celebrity’s chair, handed the kid a microphone and told him to ask his question. I can’t even remember what the question was, I just thought it was really awesome that Mr. Brooks brought the kid up on stage, and someone is going to have a great convention story to tell…
Mr. Brooks was a tough act to follow, but Alexander Siddig did a great job anyway. He hasn’t done a convention for a long time because he has been so busy with the various films and shows he’s been doing. But he had some great DS9 stories to tell, like while filming a scene in “If Wishes Were Horses”, he and Terry Farrell kept falling off the bed laughing, probably because they were both horrible kissers. And he also had a great story about riding around in a limo with Colm Meaney on St. Patrick’s Day and hitting all the pubs in LA. At one pub Sid insisted on buying the next round, but the bartender wouldn’t serve him. So he goes back to Colm all confused, saying that the bartender must think he’s black or something and wouldn’t serve him. And Colm tells him no, it’s not because he thinks you’re black, it’s because you’re English.
Speaking of being English, Sid did mention that he has one English parent, and one Sudanese, and he did shorten and change his name because he was tired of people reading it and saying, “Hi Mr….. ummmmm…. uhhhh…”
Aefter Alexander Siddig, my day was over. There was a dessert party and the convention also took over the Star Trek Experience for that evening. I kinda wish I had plunked out the $200 for that because it would have been my last chance to go, but I heard that it was really crowded and that they jacked up the price of drinks for it, so maybe I was better off spending the $200 on the autograph tickets.
So, that’s my Vegas convention story. If Colm Meaney or Cirroc Lofton show up to next year’s convention, I will probably go (if I can convince a friend to go with me, I hate traveling alone and it’s cheaper to split a hotel room), because I really want to complete my DS9 cast autograph collection. Otherwise, I’m not sure if I’m going next year or not. It worked out well this year as my boyfriend and I have a mutal friend in Vegas we were going to visit and it was the same weekend as our anniversary, but the stars may not align for us next year. We’ll see.
Anyone else go to the convention? Have some great stories to tell? Did I miss anything good in my report? Leave a comment!
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