[Read Laz's past Comic Con Adventures: 2005 LiveBlog & Wrap Up.. 2006 Post.. Also check out 2005 Wizard Comic Con in Chicago.. Enjoy]
Jul 25, 2007 1:32 PM – Sup fuckos. So it is July and that means 2 things, I have watched approximatly 48 Cubs games so far, and it is Comic Con time. Being the Jet Set, Rock and Roll, Party time movie/comic executive that I am, this is my Mardi Gras Super Bowl. I go pretty much 24/7 for 5 days and then check into super hero rehab. It is kind of like regular rehab except you have to share a smoke with The Green Arrow instead of Lindsay Lohan. I smoke, I drink, I fuck girls dress liked wookies and try not to lose my shit too bad when I see Peter Mayhew in the hotel elevator. Like the French would say, “It is la shit.”
So my goal… get as fucked up as possible at the 2007 Comic Con and live blog that shit for you fuck tards. The brass ring would have to be to make a bigger dunken ass out of myself then I did last year. Impossible you say? I aim for the stars, bitches.
This is Lazlo saying, Excelsor biotch.
Jul 25, 2007 4:50 PM – So I get to my residence for the next five days and I find myself at the Marriott Marenia. This place is swank. It must be where rockstars stay when they come to Comic Con. I take a quick shit and hit the gym.
Now I know what you are saying, “Is Lazlo turning into a health nut? Will he trading brats in for sprouts?” And the answer to that questions is: What is a sprout? I work out because I found out if you do you get drunk quicker. I do not drink any less, but I shit myself half the time. I shower up and smoke a bowl and I am on my way. I grab a quick double Jack & Coke at the lobby Irish bar and I am off to grab my pass for pre view night.
July 26, 2007 12:35 PM – So, a lot has transpired in the last 20 hours including what can only be described as a good old-fashioned blackout. Somewhere around 7 last night I started to get a massive headache. I battled it the only way I know how…whiskey and weed. But no amount of THC or distilled rye could take this puppy down. Worse yet, I was about 5 bowls and 10 drinks in and I could not catch a buzz. This headache was acting as a drunk inhibitor and I was pissed. On the way out for the night I grab about 10 Tylenols off a friend and went on my way. About 4 shots and 4 beers later the Tylenol kicked in and the headache went away letting all of the booze hit me at once. The last thought I remember having was, “Oh shit, I forgot to eat today.” I woke up at six AM, asleep in a chair in the lobby of my hotel with a 50 dollar cab receipt in my pocket.
I slowly made my way down to the floor this morning to meet up with friends and I am now going to a bar to eat. Ain’t gonna make that mistake twice. Ok I will but not today.