I’m not quite sure where to start writing about the last few days. I know I should have done a blog every day but I’ve just not had the time, energy or the wifi connection. We’ve had a few real cool days in New York and at New York Comic Con and I’m actually quite sad it’s over. I’m going to ‘chunk up’ events and drip feed them to you by theme over the next few days/weeks until you are as bored as I am by cosplayers 🙂 But first an overview…
Any convention review starts with the predictable sore feet, queues for everything from toilets to sketches, huge crowds, crazy cosplay people etc etc. But you know what, its actually been a lot of fun. The Con organisers did really well this year and it felt more planned and less chaotic than less year. The food was also much better than normal and the fanboys seem to have read, and acted upon, the advice to have a shower every day. Crucially we learnt some lessons from previous conventions and forked out the extra for VIP tickets this year.
An extra $80 meant four whole hours in bed extra for four days. Sixteen hours more sleep than usual for convention… It’s almost worth it just for that. It also got us entrance to the VIP lounge with comfy sofas, TV screens showing the main sessions. So no queuing there either and we could watch from a sofa with a drink. It also gave us secure and easy storage so Scifi hubby took a small suitcase with him each day, left it there and ran back and forth to switch books over. Massive change from hauling huge amounts of graphic novels around (guess who is usually a packhorse).
We spent the first couple of days racing around getting sketches and signatures from various artists and celebs (more on that later) and then have been light and free for the last couple of days (well mostly) to wander through the booths, laugh at cosplay folk and actually have some fun.
Convention moment of the day today:
Me to stall holder (who was dressed as a giant kangaroo – I have no idea either) with a wall of scifi knickers: Please can I take a photo of your pants?
Him: Who do you work for?
Me: I have this blog…
I’m still not sure why it mattered who I worked for, why he was so protective of his knickers or what the right answer was but I got my photo…