First off, it was DAMN HOT at the Concourse Exhibition Center. No freakin’ airconditioning. Of course, it was San Francisco. Why would you need airconditioning there? 😛 All the other times we’ve gone it’s been a little cold or just right. Today it was very warm. And it was almost unbearable upstairs in the autograph area. BAH!
Eric Chavez, my photo op tickets, outside the exhibition center, Bobby Crosby…
The A’s on hand were Eric Chavez, Bobby Crosby, Tim Hudson, Mark Mulder, and Rich Harden, as well as Dave Stewert and Dennis Eckersley. We didn’t see Stew or Eck, alas. And I only caught a quick glimpse of Rich Harden.
My chosen ones for the photo op were Mark Mulder (OF COURSE!) and Eric Chavez (because besides Harden, I haven’t gotten a picture with him).
Chavez was up first. I don’t have any pictures on my camera of the two of us, so we’ll all have to wait together to see how that one turned out. 😉 But I did manage a couple of pictures of him later on.
Crosby and Hudson arrived soon after. I stood to the side because I was waiting for Mulder. I got some pictures of Hudson and the husband got a couple of Crosby. And then it was time to wait.
I waited a long time for Mulder. And it was HOT. The vain part of me was thinking, “Hell, I’m going to look all sweaty when we take our picture!” The other part of me was bemoaning the rising heat. And then yet another part of me was singing the song “To Make You Feel My Love.” Over and over and over the song sang in my head. Ye gods!
FINALLY, the gal called for Mark Mulder photos. I stepped up, handed her my ticket, and stood where she told me to stand. A couple of minutes later I saw Mulder walking up the stairs.
Twas different, standing there waiting for him instead of him standing there waiting for me. He took his place beside me and I think I stepped on his toe. OOOPS! (And oh dear, he was wearing flip flops, so I really did step on his toe.) The photographer took our picture, then I asked Mulder to look towards my camera for another. Click of my camera and I said thank you and the next person was up.
And that was my annual moment with Mulder.
Chavez at the autograph table, with Hudson, with Crosby, with Mulder
Unlike the freakazoids who work at the sci-fi conventions, the folks working the Tristar show actually let you take pictures with the guests if they’re not servicing paying customers. So when I saw that Hudson was taking pictures with people, I asked the staff person if I could take a picture with Huddy. “If you ask nicely,” he said with a smile. So I asked Hudson for a picture with him and he obliged. I bent down on one knee and we smiled for my camera.
The husband said he was finished being my photographer and I was quite happy with my pictures. Then I realized that Crosby was also doing photos, so my most wonderful hubby had to play photographer once more. The fan was blowing beside me, which is why my hair looks a bit blown. I think I like the picture with Bobby best. Look at the cleavage! LOL!!!
So I must say thanks to the fellas for being such great sports. I hope they didn’t suffer too much in the sweltering heat of the upstairs. And the biggest thanks to my husband. He drove us all the way to San Francisco and took pictures of me with the guys. I’m a lucky chick to have such a wonderful husband…
