New York ComicCon took me down hard this year. After one day I found myself collapsed in bed for the entirety of Sunday, not getting up after Church until 4:30 in the afternoon. So to say it trounced me thoroughly is quite the understatement. NYCC is just too much fun, and here's a few reasons why:
1. You want to keep your costume on so badly, you're willing to go through the pain.
Sure, the wig is giving you a migraine. Sure, you're makeup (especially your lipstick) constantly has to be reapplied to stay on point. And yeah, you're limping around the showfloor at this point, just dragging yourself around. But you look fabulous.
2. Two hours later, you give up on looking good and just want to survive.
There's so much to see; too much. You cannot be hindered by a wig and some flashy pumps, nor your leather gloves. So you rush onto the (miles long) bathroom line and break out the freshly bought cat onesie, ready to continue on your trek, to see and conquer all things nerdy.
3. You may survive NYCC, but you're bank account won't.
Theoretically, once you buy the ticket, going into ComicCon is free. Right? Wrong. First, it's at the Javits Center, which has no nearby food options so you're either bringing food or paying ridiculous vendor prices. Second, there's a lot of awesome stuff; and I mean a lot. You have to set a budget beforehand, otherwise you will definitely get out of hand and end up trying to figure out where all your money went the next time you check your bank account.
4. You want to support the artists.
There are so many amazing artists at NYCC and you want to support them, you do. But you cannot buy everyone's art. And it's so hard to walk away when an artist is earnestly explaining all the thought that went into their first original project, it's really, really hard. But you have to do it. Your wallet will thank you later. Always take their business card, and check them out after, when you don't feel so pressured.
5. You're dead-tired by the end.
Even with a cat onesie, you barely make it out of the convention center alive. You carry all you can (your body, which feels more like a corpse at this point, included) onto the 7 train (the only subway line that goes to the Javits center), and you let the exhaustion after so much excitement finally get to you. You use the last of your energy to make it safely back home before you collapse under your haul, flick back the hood of your cat onesie, and swear you'll never go again.
Until next year, that is. ;)
