My first day at the San Diego ComicCon, and my mind is blown.
No, it my mind was not blown by the enormous size of the convention, nor the Darth Vader, Joker, or Star Trek costumes.
Nor was it meeting Sergio Aragones, although that was great. I saw him on the convention floor, and walked right up and introduced myself. I was pretty sure he didn’t know who I was, but it was still great to tell him how he inspired me to become a cartoonist. When he responded, "I probably ruined your life — you were probably going to become a great fine artist," I was absolutely certain he had never seen my work.
Nor was it seeing many old friends and good buddies, although that was terrific (check out Shannon Wheeler’s Postage Stamp Funnies!).
No, my mind was blown when I left the convention and went into a Baja Fresh fast food restaurant for the first time, looking for a snack. I got a grilled fish taco, and it was $2.75, and it was perhaps the best fish taco I’ve found since I was in Baja, Mexico years ago, and believe me I’ve looked hard (probably in all the wrong places, granted). In fact, the night before I had fish tacos at some Mexican joint in the Gaslight district (ten bucks), and they were execrable. I walked out of the restaurant, walked half a block, and then did something I’ve never done before. I turned around, went right back into the Baja Fresh, and ordered two more. Dinner.
My kingdom for a Baja Fresh in Manhattan!