DragonCon, Day 1
Much fun was had, many badly fitting and unflatteringly skimpy outfits mocked (really, look in the mirror, people), and a preposterously long line for the Firefly/Serenity session nearly sent me into hysterics. And I didn’t get fed up with the crowds and have to tread on anyone’s toes by “accident.” Quite successful, I think. I wound up going with “SnarkyVegan” as my badge name, though I had to spell it several times for the nice clerk: she kept trying to spell it “SnarqyBegan.” Not sure what was up with that.
The session with the Oliver and James Phelps (the Weasley twins in the “Harry Potter” movies) was enjoyable; they were quite cute, especially when they turned bright red, which they did on several occasions. Even more notable, though, were the three groupies sitting next to me, who alternated between shyly shouting declarations of undying love for the twins (or, on at least one occasion, “Marry me!”) and talking at almost full volume among themselves. Bizarre. The one immediately next to me complimented me on my stripey socks; I’m still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
The line for the Firefly/Serenity session appeared to be infinite, stretching down the hallway and out the back, down to the street, around the corner, around the next corner, and then almost to the third corner. Once again, I was asked by an innocent passerby what all the crowds were doing there; it’s so annoying to be so comparatively normal-looking that strangers pick you out of a crowd of weirdos as the one most likely to be safe to talk to. Must do something about that in future.
After giving up on today’s F/S session, Sarah and I went to part of the Mercedes McNab session, then the vendors’ room. Not too bad for half a day, including standing in line for registration. (Btw, the t-shirts this year are freakishly ugly, and not in a good way.)
Tomorrow is the parade, and, I hope, more and better photo ops.
