So I went to a scifi convention today, Star Trek style.
Wait. Wait. Wait a damn minute.
I didn’t go as a fan. I went as a favor.
My buddy had a table there, and he asked if I could hang out so he could run and get drinks, get food, go to the bathroom, that sort of thing. And so I said what the hell. I had nothing else going on and I figured it would be an experience.
Oh, and I was not disappointed.
There is only one combination of words to describe a scifi convention.
Oh man, I had seen the documentary Trekkies, but I had no idea. None, whatsoever.
I go to horror conventions, but they are nothing like the dorkiness that is a scifi convention. If nothing else, I feel MUCH better about myself today.
That said, I had a great time. I am a people watcher by nature. I love watching people and making fun of them. And what better place to do it (other than a furry convention. I’d say cosplay, too, but a lot of those chicks are smoking hot, so I am less likely to poke fun).
Is it right that I had a good time making fun of others? Probably not.
Does the fact that I spent most of the day laughing my ass off? Absolutely not.
Hey, if I ever suffer a massive head injury and dress up like a klingon, you damn well better laugh at me. I’d deserve it.
Oh, and the most interesting thing being sold at this convention? The fan fiction with spock and kirk on the cover.
In a lovers embrace.