oh. my. god.
impulsive? me? nah.
so you know I love Neil Gaiman. (stalker love. pretty much. although I’m polite about it and respect his privacy. usually.)
so you know I love/am addicted to this crazy perfume line. (Found them through someone else actually. But the creator knows Neil, enough that she’s collaborated with him and there are scents inspired by his stories for sale, benefiting the CBLDF – a great group that’s about protecting the freedom of speech.)
there have been times when it’s announced that there’s an exclusive BPAL scent for some event, and it’s difficult or impossible to get on the second hand market because of the small production and great demand.
I found out today that people who bought a VIP pass to a reception with Neil at NYC Comicon before his reading/auction for CBLDF, there’s a goody bag.
A goody bag with all sorts of amazing stuff, including a hand drawing by Neil, his autograph, a T shirt, a scent locket from BPAL, some of the BPAL scents that are up for sale already… and an exclusive one. For his new piece, “Orange”.
And then I was trying to purchase a $500 ticket to see my lover favorite author. and the site wasn’t letting me. Customer service had just gone home, and the site said ticket sales end at midnight tonight. I emailed/called every email address/phone number I could find, for Comicon, CBLDF, everyone.
Finally I reached Joe. Joe was at the event office and said he’d help me. He called back a few minutes later, but apparently we miscommunicated about which VIP pass (not the EVENT VIP, but for Neil’s reception). A bit later, Alison calls me. A VIP ticket has been set aside and is waiting for me tomorrow afternoon/evening.
Is it worth $500? If it were just for the reception with Neil, no. (Sorry dear! Remember stalking is free, except for the bail…) If it were just for the exclusive perfume? no. But together? With a T-shirt from his shop, a locket (which runs $70 on its own, and I’ll either keep or resell depending on which one it is), an original drawing, and possibly MORE? On a night I had nothing concrete planned, located 30-45 minutes from me, and doesn’t require missing any work (thanks to the overtime I put in last week, I can leave an hour early)?
Oh fuck yeah, it’s worth it.