I love going to Comic Con. Scoring tickets to the event is always miraculous. Something always goes wrong with the ordering system. We have been very fortunate.
And getting to Comic Con is kind of scary. It is a task, in itself. Traffic is a nightmare. You have to buy your parking in March.
As we were about to get to our parking lot, we heard a loud “bang.” Metal on metal. We knew we had been hit. It was obviously not bad, but it was a bummer. The other car followed us, while we searched for somewhere to pull over.
Once we had, we got out to survey the damage.
There wasn’t any.
This is crazy. But his driver’s mirror hit my daughter’s side of the car’s door handle. There was not even a scratch.
Both cars were unharmed.
The driver’s wife started crying. She said, “It’s a Comic Con miracle.”
We left. Everyone wished each other a good convention and we were off.
But I cannot stop giggling. I thought you might appreciate this:
“A Comic Con miracle.”
I love it.
We made our way into the convention. And I stopped in my tracks. The regressed memories overtaking me.
You see…
Every year I look forward to Comic Con. And every year, I am brought back down to Earth by the reality that is Comic Con.
Because, whilst Comic Con is amazing. Awesome. Very, very cool.
It is also draining.
Hot.
Smelly.
And your soul feels crushed as you are packed body to body with other human beings as we are all herded to the next freebee. Body to body. And about 1/4 of the people are not wearing deodorant.
It is dizzying.
I have to give myself timeouts. So, I do not have a giant meltdown in the middle of the crowd.
I make myself leave the main convention for one hour breaks. Here, I can do my favorite thing to do at Comic Con. People watch. Because people watching at Comic Con is not like people watching at other events. It is interesting. You see more than your fair share of body parts. Body parts that are typically covered. And now they are not. Or they are covered in shiny lycra.
But finding a seat to people watch is impossible. There are no seats. Everyone piles onto the floor. Strangers next to strangers. And you look longingly for a place among them. Finding a seat on the floor is like scoring the lottery. I kid you not. It is a big deal.
It is amazing how human beings can adapt. Can change to their surroundings. Hunting for a spot on the floor becomes one’s main focus. A live or die survival instinct. Suddenly, what would have disgusted you the day before, is the most relevant and important thing today. You must sit next to the man in the Superman tights before that lady wearing the Wonder Woman outfit beats you to it.
And then…Victory! …That is Comic Con.
Here are some more photos of the costumes I snapped while enjoying my hard-won spot on the carpet:
Photos from inside the convention of awesome stuff:
Tomorrow’s post will also be about Comic Con. And the cool things we purchased. Until then, may your day be full of “Comic Con miracles.”
