We woke up early, but had a few things we needed to do before heading to the Con. Alex and Adoniram has purchased these beautiful metal comic art prints on Friday, but neither one had given much consideration to how TSA would like them. They decided that mailing them home, along with a few other goodies purchased during the con, would probably be the wisest choice. Luckily, right outside of our hotel was a UPS Store, so we got there as they opened and got their stuff packed up and shipped home. The guy working was obviously bored, and spent a lot of time talking and worked an extremely slow pace, which normally wouldn’t be a big deal, but we still had things to do and a con to get to. It took thirty minutes, but we were finally out of the UPS Store and on our way to check out of the hotel.
We made it to the front desk, checked out, and then needed to see if they would store our luggage while we finished up at the con. They were very accommodating and I spent the time discussing The Ultimate Warrior with a bellhop who didn’t realize he had passed on. It took about ten minutes, and then we were ready to make our way to the train.
Luckily it wasn’t raining, and we could tell walking in that Sunday would not be near as busy as Saturday. We wanted to avoid the intense hunger that we suffered from the day before with a quick stop at a Dunkin Donuts outside of the L Train. This tiny Dunkin Donuts had a line out the door and after five minutes of it not moving, we decided to take a chance with the vendors at the convention center.
We walked in right as the doors were opening at 10 AM, and there was no need to line up like yesterday. We walked in and headed straight to the concession vendor in Hall A, but they didn’t have food ready until 11 AM, which sucked. We wandered a bit before returning to the concession stand where we grabbed some very mediocre and very overpriced food and then watched as Alex struggled with the vendor because he’s allergic to pickles and the hamburgers did not mention anywhere that they came fully loaded with a ton of pickles. I took almost twenty minutes for them to cook him a new burger, because they refused to refund his money or swap it out for anything else, but he ended up with a fresh hamburger that wouldn’t cause him to suffer from a medical condition so that was a win in our book.
My flight left Chicago at 3:30 PM but Alex’s and Adoniram’s flight didn’t leave until much later that evening. They had completed most of their con goals, with exception of getting a couple of add on photo ops and autographs. I still needed to do my Lea Thompson photo op, so I made that my priority for the day.
I headed up stairs to get my photo with Lea Thompson and was third in line. Of course, she didn’t remember me from our short chat yesterday, but she shook my hand and introduced herself and we took our photo. It was a much better photo than the day before (thanks to my shirt not slipping around like crazy).
I had two more things I really wanted to do at the con. The first was to take a picture in the Impala like the one the Winchesters drive in Supernatural. I love that car and I’d been waiting all weekend for the lines to go down so I could take my turn. I finally had an opening but then I realized that the guy who owned it was doing his own photo ops with the car. There was no “take your own pictures” nor were the photo ops cheap. I think it cost $25 to get one photo sitting inside the car. It was like $15 just to stand behind it. That was not happening, so I passed and decided to go to something I’d been waiting for since Friday.
The week before the con, I was doing some Evil Dead research and wanted to see if there were any directions online to the Evil Dead 2 cabin here in North Carolina. I’ve looked it up a few times before, but I know the landowner didn’t want visitors, so I’ve never attempted to see it. I thought maybe I’d email the landowner and visit the cabin, but that’s when I discovered that it had collapsed and the land was sold to a lumber company. A mega Evil Dead fan had convinced the landowner to allow him to remove the work shed and all props/evidence of the filming before the land was completely destroyed. This guy had a plan to tour conventions with the work shed so Evil Dead fans could experience it for themselves.
Friday night, while walking around Hall F I noticed a lady putting out a banner for the Evil Dead work shed. Now, I was on his website like the day before, and there was no mention of him being in Chicago, so I went up to make sure this was the same guy. Apparently, it had been a last minute decision and he was driving all night to get the cabin set up. I couldn’t believe my luck and was thrilled to check it all out.
On Sunday, I walked over and talked to the guy and told him I was from North Carolina and had just read up on him taking the work shed. He told me how much was still left that he needed to get, and was super cool talking Evil Dead. He gave me one his custom built chainsaws to stick on my arm and told me to take as many photos as I want. Alex, was the photographer and I posed and just enjoyed having a few moments with this precious piece of pop culture.
Alex had more autographs to get, so Adoniram and I spent my final hour browsing vendors where I purchased a Supernatural art print that I really liked and got the artist to sign it for me.
I was nice having a final walkthrough all the halls because it wasn’t nearly as busy as it was the day before and it gave Adoniram and me time to talk and really enjoy everything that was going on at the con. He really wanted to checking Chicago some more and I figured once Alex finished up they’d probably check out Navy Pier and take in some of the sights. My time started to run out and that nervous anticipation set in, so I went and found Alex in an autograph line, gave him a hug and promised not to allow another ten years to past between visits.
Adoniram walked me to the door and I thanked him for the great weekend and told him how much fun I had. We shook hands and out the door I went. I didn’t get more than two feet before a wave of sadness came crashing over me.