We sorta, kinda made it over to the convention this year. Since we brought UK Porn star Chantelle Fox over with us, we’d been basically busy the whole time, but we managed to make it over to the Hard Rock on that Thursday morning. [Well, Chantelle kept bathing, and that can be darned distracting when she doesn’t mind one photographing the event.] We wanted to show Chantelle what the convention was like and give her some tips on what to do when someone says they can make you a star in the US — or how to politely tell a fan to take their lens from half-way up your butt without your permission. [Don’t worry. Most of us never actually have this problem.]
With most of the gang in tow, we arrived at the convention, got Chantelle her badge and lanyard, then began a quick tour of the event. Chantelle was already taking pictures of almost everything she saw. Ah, we remember when we like that at our first few conventions. You didn’t want to miss a thing, so you took pictures of everything. [And we remember when we felt the need to show them all too. Ain’t young folk cute?] At least when Chantelle did it she looked sexy and had a big smile across her face all the time.
We broke for a quick lunch at the Hard Rock restaurant just next door so we could refuel. Of course afterwards while the rest of us relaxed enjoying the good feeling, both Lucky and Chantelle headed out to have their normal after-lunch smoke. [By that point Chantelle was not saying it as often, but she would still occasionally slip and ask if I “cared for a fag” — which as you know if you live in the United State, really does not play well in conversation over here.]
We were headed back to the hall when Chantelle bumped into Chris King. Suddenly I’m holding all Chantelle’s bags while Chris whisks Chantelle around to all the big booths, getting her to pose with stars like Sunny Lane, Tera Patrick and the like. I think I got turned into a suitcase pimp but without all the benefits. [No, those are pretty much the benefits. People think you’re getting laid a lot more than you really are.] Still, somehow I managed to shoot off a few pictures while basically being a bag tree.