Okay, fam, I’m gonna give it to you straight: Dragon*Con was fucking awesome. Full stop.
I’ve been to conventions before, national conventions, even. But boy, howdy, I did NOT know what I was getting into. I’d been to Dragon*Con once before in 2009 with a one day pass, most of which was spent in the car driving to, and through, the city of Atlanta. This year, however, Emma made us come early. A day early. A smart move, as it turned out. I mean, she mainly wanted to be able to surprise me with an aquarium trip, which she did, but still a smart move.
So we had prepaid for our tickets, which was another smart move, because that horribly ginormous line moves FAST. Ish. Or it seems to, because you’re just gawking at all the cosplayers, and pointing at your favorites like a four-year-old at the zoo, with the tact to match. What makes that particular situation even funnier is that I was cosplaying as well. So what we had was a person losing all sanity, screaming, “Look at all the people in costumes!” All while wearing a costume. Because I’m classy like that.
Before we had even found the place at which we were supposed to check in(The Sheraton, not attached to any of the main con hotels, oddly enough) we had been wandering downtown Atlanta, trying to inconspicuously follow other cosplayers(failing), hoping they knew where they were going. Because we certainly had no idea. And stopping in the super fancy hotel and asking the concierge is maybe not the best plan, but my go-to move is asking for directions(insert man joke here).
After finally figuring out where the fuck we were supposed to get our Con badges, we then had the whole fucking day left to us. It was pretty freeing, and we walked through the main lobbies of the Hilton, the Marriott, and the Hyatt to familiarize ourselves with the terrain. And we also saw a bunch of cosplayers. Like that Raven up there. Go ahead, scroll back up. It’s cool. I’ll wait.
After that, Emma dragged me all the way across town in the hot Hotlanta summer sun with no explanation.
“Just come on, Google maps says we’re not far!”
“Can we at least stop and drink some water?”
“Here, I’ve still got soda in my coffee pot,”
“NO, EMMA, I’M THIRSTY AND DYING!”
“Okay, you big baby, geez, we’re about to take care of your water issues, alright?”
Turns out, my whining was a bit of a dick move, because Emma was taking me to the aquarium, where I promptly got super weird and intense about the fish. Then she made a montage video of the trip!
That was day 1, and the Con hadn’t even started yet! So buckle your seatbelts and clench your butthole, ‘cause things are about to gear up!