The transition into and out of New York Comic Con is always a jarring experience. The contrast between your normal life of work and/or school and being at a convention is the difference between night and day. It breaks your routine in fantastic and disruptive ways every time. In many ways it is like a gorgeous succubus (or incubus) that lures you in with a pleasurable otherworldly experience and then it drops you back in the ordinary world feeling with a surreal satisfaction, drained of all life, and possibly with some sort of infernal sickness.
The fact that the convention has become a four-day affair makes New York Comic Con both an epic vacation and an endurance run at the same time. You feel simultaneously refreshed as fan even if you need a relaxing vacation for your mind and body at the same time. A single day con feels like a little walk in the park for a little change of pace, a weekend convention is a full marathon, but a 4 day convention is doing the Ironman Triathlon while wearing a weighted training suit. It is an experience only for the hardcore and the masochistic.
I can’t even imagine the fierceness needed for day 5 hard battle like San Diego Comic-Con. But I am sure it is coming. It is just a mater of time.
Until then we shall recount our time at New York Comic Con.
This year at New York Comic Con I did a few things differently. First, I attended my first Main Stage event (two in fact) which meant braving the crowds in order to secure a wristband which guaranteed entry. Second, I concentrated more effort on meeting creators and getting autographs. And third, I tried to stay away from the show floor to an extent. All of those things worked out great in a way I wasn’t expecting. These things, plus great comrades in arms, ended up creating an unforgettable four days.
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