Er, not that I'm trying to discourage you from coming, but you know that Dragon*Con is, like, massive? Around 50,000 attendees. It can get cramped.
But two things:
1. I'm going to have paid, in total, about $400 for the whole thing, gas, tix, hotel and all. I don't mind lines at that price.
2. From all you said, Dragon*Con sounds way better than my only other con experience. Perhaps I should've said "Cons that aren't very established aren't my thing."
Also, I'll be totally okay at a cramped thing as long as I have my people, and in an evil doom way I plan to make my friend Lauren stand with me non-stop. (She always has some T3, which comes in handy when you've got a migraine at a major event, like PBP.)
All the best stories seem to happen on smoke breaks
I'm one of those people who takes non-smoking breaks, where I go hang out with the smoking people. Comes from wanting friends when I did theatre, I think. My fabulous smoking story is that I told Tim that when I was making up lots of parodies of Strindberg and Helium, in which the little balloon says "I'm dead, too," that when I got to Minear and Helium, nothing changed.
I think he said something like, "Fuck you."
It was so cool. (It occurs to me that this story is not such a great story. Oops.)
I keep thinking, for $600, I could have a full spa day at Burke Williams.
That's it. I'm buying a lottery ticket. Ima go and get a mani and a pedi and a massage and a facial and maybe get all wrapped up in some seaweed and mud.
I promise to hum the Firefly theme at least once.
Ima go and get a mani and a pedi and a massage and a facial and maybe get all wrapped up in some seaweed and mud.
You deserve this kind of spoiling. Even if you DON'T ever hum the Firefly theme, ever again.
Nathan mispoke in an interview a long while ago and thanked "all the flans."
Actually, Nathan is quite popular with flans and blancmanges.
Well, before anyone strains themselves pooh-poohing the paid con experience as a crass waste of money, let me say that I considered mine well spent for getting to hang out with Bronzer friends and Angel-loving co-workers for a weekend, find a shirt printed with Jilli's cartoon doppelganger, attend a great concert, sit at a table with Camden Toy while he waxed enthusiastic about live theatre, and not only crack David Boreanaz up but also unwittingly spur him to call Christian Kane his bitch in front of about 3000 people. I have no regrets.
Kiba, DragonCon won't be scary.
From my experience at Comic Con last year and WonderCon and WizardWorld this year, I have discovered that there is this great network called browncoats with cell phones.
It enables you to be constantly in the loop and never miss a thing.
I plan on putting it to good use.
