Dragon Con Days! - Dragon Days - Jacqueline Part 2

Buckle up kiddos, it’s Dragon Con Tales Take 2! 

Peggy is too kawaii for this fuckery.

Peggy is too kawaii for this fuckery.

My Dragon Con Saturday began with me waking up after everyone else and realizing that I had missed the last Daredevil panel that Charlie Cox would be at. I actually didn’t make it to any of the panels I wanted to attend that weekend, which says a lot about my planning skills. I still had a great time, though, in case that wasn’t obvious. But our first event for Saturday was the Captain America photoshoot! We all got dressed in our First Avenger getups and set off for the Hilton. 

We arrived approximately noon thirty (we were a bit late), just in time for the group Peggy shots. We proceeded with business as usual for a group photoshoot: call for a specific character or version, everyone goes up to the steps, and whoever wants a picture can take one. Shenanigans also ensued…

Eli specifically requested this photo, and I was happy to oblige.

Eli specifically requested this photo, and I was happy to oblige.

We met up with several friends, chatted, someone lost their sunglasses (me), some lusted over the screen-accurate Agent Carter dresses more than others (also me), and Howard wreaked havoc as a Stark is wont to do. 

*gasp* Me? A homosexual?

*gasp* Me? A homosexual?

When the shoot ended and everyone more or less cleared out to make way for a DC photoshoot, we wandered over to a couple of the totally-not-creepy stairways to snag a few quality pics. 

The hottest new boyband to come out of 1946.

The hottest new boyband to come out of 1946.

Following our gayscepades, we made our way over to the Vendor Hall and Artist Alley to check out all the cool shit we wanted to blow our paychecks on. Naturally, I got separated from the group after I stopped to swoon over a corset booth. (Anyone who knows me probably has a solid idea of where this is going.) One of my favorite marketing gimmicks that a lot of corset vendors tend to use, in my experience, happens to be ‘Would you like to be tied up today?’, to which my answer is always yes because I’m weak and like pretty things. So I ended up blowing $200 on a leather underbust corset. I fell in love, okay?! Don’t look at me with those judgemental eyes, I can feel them all the way over here at my desk. 

*clears through* ANYWAY…

*clears through* ANYWAY…

I proceeded to regroup with Lauren and Kyle before I could make any more questionable financial decisions, and by that point, we were all starving. Sensing an opportunity, I suggested that we split up and the squad go eat and change into Teen Titans, while I go off and have lunch with an Emma and a John. Everyone was down with that, so we parted ways. After exchanging several confused texts about where exactly the pub was located, I managed to wander my way over to where my lovely lumber Jack and Jill mages were already chowing down. The food was top notch, even though I ended up eating an entire chicken sandwich while laced up in my corset. 

Sweet potato tots are my JAM.

Sweet potato tots are my JAM.

Emma wanted to go meet up with some friends from 221B Con, and I wasn’t due to take pictures for my group yet, so I tagged along. Unfortunately, my phone died (yet again!) on our way there. So I took Emma’s visit as an opportunity to find a power outlet and unlace my corset because my back was also starting to ache, and my flats were rubbing blisters onto my heels. My respite was short-lived, however, when I discovered that John hadn’t really been able to check out the Vendor Halls yet. The sheer amount of people caused Emma’s anxiety to act up, so John and I went at it alone. His presence did nothing to deter me from spending even more money, though…

Note: Does not contain actual absinthe.

Note: Does not contain actual absinthe.

Surprisingly, we ran into my group on our way back to get my stuff. After hurried introductions, we agreed to meet back up at our hotel in an hour to do photoshoot stuff.

And boy howdy are my friends photogenic as fuck.

And boy howdy are my friends photogenic as fuck.

Of course we took awkward prom photos. Of course.

Of course we took awkward prom photos. Of course.

We proceeded to pre-game (a lot) and after many a shots taken in Harambe’s memory, and after writing a lot of things on our arms with a silver sharpie, we made our way to the fabled Dragon Con parties. I didn’t actually go to any of them, I ended up just going back to John and Emma’s hotel with them and watching food network until three in the morning, but I had a nice time regardless. Though I am a smidgen disappointed that I didn’t get to have 1am breakfast at this mysterious diner-nightclub that the rest of my squad went to…

All in all, Dragon Con was exactly what I needed. My semester has been extremely busy and stressful so far, and having a weekend where I didn’t have to be on campus and worry about homework, where I could just play dress up, take pictures, and party for literally the whole weekend was so, so relaxing. Cons tend to have that effect on me, and I don’t think it’s entirely uncommon. Yes, tensions can run very high if your schedule is jam-packed, or if something goes wrong, or if there’s drama in your room (been there, done that), but Dragon Con was probably one of the most stress free cons I’ve been to in a while. Which sounds a bit counter-intuitive, when my main fear was originally stress levels, but then again, I didn’t really cosplay, I just sorta made a photography satellite of myself and spent a lot of money. But still. 

Seeing and having a chance to reconnect with old friends, letting loose, and being surrounded with pure geekery definitely had a positive impact on my mental health, and I’m still feeling that boost, nearly three weeks later. I don’t know, I just think it’s really neat how something as massive as a convention can have such a relaxing and positive impact on me and my energy.