This weekend I entered a whole new world in a way I have only done on a couple rare occasions. The last is when I attended a Phish concert and was surrounded by more pot-smoking hippies than I had seen in all of my previous years combined. This weekend I attended my first ComiCon.
Wonder Boy’s friend, Jesse, who I guess is my friend now too because don’t you basically inherit friends when you start dating someone, was the co-organizer of the Gem City Comic Con. The thing was huge, well-organized and my entrance into the world of comic nerds. Be it known, comic book nerds are much different than computer nerds, although the two categories are not mutually exclusive. Comic book folks dress cool, though they don’t know it and don’t quite don their apparel in the Urban Outfitters cool way.
I was very impressed with the number of collectors who were maniacally organized in their approach to collections books. They approached bothers with long lists detailing every book their collection needed. Some people had lists that were pages long.
Wonder Boy and I arrived at the ComiCon a little early and I was assigned with putting stamps on everyone’s hands who was involved with the show: exhibitors, guests, volunteers. I know, it was a pretty glamorous task and right now you are reading this and seething with jealousy. Well, and this will probably shock you, many of the people manning booths were pale boys. Honest to god there was one who was about 17-years-old and when I touched him he looked downright scared. My belief: I was the first girl to ever have touched him.
I went to the Comic Con intrigued. I left totally a fan. My only disappointment is that no one was there in costume. I said as much to Jesse and he said that if I was willing to wait that the entire 501st Storm Trooper Division was coming IN COSTUME. Later I found out that the Gostbusters came to.
Seriously, why wouldn’t EVERYONE go to Comic Cons?
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