It’s almost Fathers Day. Not to bring anyone down, but this will be my first Fathers Day without a father of any kind around to celebrate with.
My last remaining dad, my father-in-law, passed away earlier this year. In 2011, both my dad and stepdad left us.
I’ll sorely be missing them on Sunday. All three of my dads were forever my biggest fans — and I theirs. But one thought brings me a sniffly smile, despite losing my dads seemingly all at once, they all proudly saw “Dustin” make it to “the show,” living long enough to see my name alongside Steve’s on a syndicated daily comic strip after decades of watching me pitch comic strip idea after comic strip idea.
The Reuben Awards isn’t just a lot of speeches accompanied by a rubber chicken dinner like your typical convention banquets, it was modeled on the Oscars show, and so, always begins with a spectacular stage show including a live band, lots of comedy, and sometimes song and dance.
Plus, the dinners are amazing — this year’s caramel-cheesecake dessert alone was so delicious, I wept openly after just three bites.
Long day yesterday sleeping late, packing, and riding the air lanes, so I couldn’t find a moment to post anything new, but here are a few shots from Sunday night’s farewell speakeasy party at the 2013 Reubens.
It was like Gatsby, man.
The hard to find Speakeasy Bar in the Omni’s basement (a real life speakeasy during prohibition) was packed with cartoonists decked out in roaring 20s attire after a huge buffet dinner in the ballroom.