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Boy howdy, this sounds like one of the Dallas Fantasy Fairs. The difference is that nobody involved with the Flimsy Fairs had anything approximating this sense of humor (save for wags noting the number of incredibly attractive women surrounding the convention chairman, especially when said women would leave him right after he'd paid for their breast implants), most of the guests did little other than eat at McDonald's and read comic books if they weren't trying to drink themselves to death, and the attendees most enthusiastic about trashing the hotel rooms were all members of convention security. I nearly got stomped in the elevator at one of these when I was asked by three hipsters "So what is it that you do that rates you a guest badge?" and they discovered that I worked for Film Threat Video Guide at the time: they apparently were still holding grudges for the first issue containing a "When Great Directors Start To SUCK" feature on David Lynch and Tim Burton, and never mind that I wasn't even a contributor when it was written.