Platinum fed us, liquored us and then....

Proceeded with same old bull as ever, swearing they NEVER EVER give preferential treatment to the big dealers over the little guys. It's just a huge co-inky-dink that our shipments of in-demand stuff always seem to get lost. But they're going to try to do better. They had some AWESOME Catwoman busts designed just for their dealers visiting Comic-con that they handed out between dinner and dessert. Allegedly a limited edition of 300, but we all know THEY LIE! I think Maricel was actually drooling over it. Or maybe it was the food. The usual high end suspects, steak and seafood with some fru-frued potato dish and micro-greens (I thought they were like so over). I got an text message from my pal Ellen. She says my store smells like burnt popcorn and Lysol. Did I mention that Maricel is beautiful?