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- Sep 28, 2021
It was at a hotel where Piggy dragged Ade to a zip zip pow pow woooosh toy convention.
We've seen him post photos of himself alone on holidays; just because you're married doesn't mean you're welcome among your spouse's friends and family. Apparently the way he tells it, PCJ was one of his friends, not hers, so they probably had different circles.
Has he ever posted a photo that showed him having been invited in to their living space by someone? Bars, vacation restaurants, his own half-a-house, dork conventions, etc., but never a nice house with a big Christmas tree and throwing the ol' Patskin around in the yard with the nephews/cousins. Never "sharing some wine and laughs at our couple friends' place" or even what he'd love to brag about, working out a story board at the house of a fellow author.
The story is a bit murky, PCJ was married to someone else, I think Pat/Ade and PCJ/exwife had some weird cohabitation thing going on. Ade wasn't happy in her marriage, PCJ wasn't happy in his, and eventually realized they would be happier with each other. They were couple friends, and Patrick thought he'd found a male friend who wasn't going to steal his wife, so go ahead wife sit on his lap.
There's actually another story from a toy convention involving his "friends", specifically this dude nicknamed Blappy who has a pretty hot wife and is raising his daughter. We've only heard Patrick's telling of this story as an unreliable narrator, but he was being obnoxious in a hotel room (something about Maple Leafs or maple syrup) lecturing everyone else because he knows everything. Blappy got up and started screaming at him that's he's a fucking idiot who doesn't know what he's talking about.
Fuck I googled "Patrick Tomlinson Blappy" and lo and behold, the original story has already been told in this thread on page 27 by @Vetti
In a couple days, my wife and I will get in the car, drive six hours, and be surrounded by people who have loved me without preamble or condition for many, many years. Before I was published. Before I had a following. People who earned calling me "Pat."
It's my little heaven.
So I'm going to share a little #WonderFest story. It's not going to make sense to most of you.
WonderFest is a global mecha in Louisville, KY every year for unfortunate kids like me who never grew out of building model spaceships.
I have friends on every continent except Antarctica because of WonderFest. My newlywed wife and I spent a night outside Liverpool on our honeymoon staying with friends we made at WonderFest. It's a thing, and no, you're not invited if you can't build. Anyway...
...about ten years ago, a shitboat of us sci-fi model nerds were in a hotel suite getting our faces torn off by Molson XXX beer that had probably been smuggled across the Canadian border illegally by a Canuck compatriot.
We're three days into this Con. No one has eaten real food. Booze is flowing like Niagara. We're all talking shit. The Canuck looks like he's been passed out for an hour, chin on chest. We're jawing about WWII fighters for some reason.
I, being drunk, in an offhand fashion, talk about Canada's contribution to the war effort, which was considerable and honorable, and accidentally refer to the roundels on their planes as "Oak leafs."
Friends, I've been in real fights. I have seen people come to life and stand up at the slightest provocation.
But I have never seen anything like that Canadian resurrecting himself up off the suite's couch when I fucked up the tree species on the Canadian flag.
Blappy (we call him Blappy, no one knows why) openned his eyes, rose up off the couch like Nosferatu, and got right in my face shouting, "Oakleaf, motherfucker! Do I call it the Asterisks and Ribbons, you piece of shit!?"
Remember, we're in Louisville, KY, as all four-foot-nothing of this boiling cauldron of maple syrup jumps up in my grill.
What does everyone in the room do as Captain Ottawa lights off and insults our flag?
Laughs. At me. For fucking up Canada's flag.
I still hear about it.
We would all kill for Blappy. We have people who come from Canada, New Zealand, England, Hong Kong, Japan... every year. And they're family. Our big, dumb, drunk family.
Read this story as someone who knows Patrick's fragility, that he has to control every narrative about his life so he seems like the coolest, toughest guy on planet earth. Read this story about Patrick making a small error, and one of his closest friends awakening from a drunken slumber to scream at him about the difference between oak leaves and oakleaf. Imagine what really went down that night, before Patrick edited the story like a vain celebrity producing their own biopic. Dr Dre omitting Dee Barnes from Straight Outta Compton narcissism.