Anyways. Here are my thoughts about my first Comic Con (or any kind of con):
Ash and I played with the idea of going for awhile and then when we found out Stephen Amell and John Barrowman were coming it was a done deal. We bought our tickets, killed time watching Doctor Who, and stalked the SLCC facebook page for two months in anticipation. Finally, September 6th rolled around. (we weren't quite dedicated enough to take off work to go to all three days...)
We woke up early, put on our Supernatural shirts/HP bracelets/Tardis pendents and actually put some effort into doing our hair. (Plus the Felicity nail polish! for good luck) We drove to Provo, hopped on the train and rode to Murray, then switched to the trax. I highly recommend taking the train/trax, I mean when else do you get to ride a train loaded with superheros and other incredibly costumed awesomeness? Exactly.
Well it took forever to get there, though not having to fight for parking probably made it worth it.
And then, we got off in front of the Salt Palace and were affronted with the longest line populated with the most people we had ever seen. Literally more people than live in my entire county. Not more than the sheep though, at least there's that...
We walked 13 miles, wading through a river of Batmans, Jedi (crap whats the plural? Just Jedi? Ya ok), and the odd pikachu to reach the end of the line (okay so it just went entirely around the block but there was a hill in there). Then we turned around and started walking back the way we just came. I must say this was quite possibly my most enjoyable line-waiting experience (though sitting 5 hours on the sidewalk in 30 degree weather to get into the midnight show of Harry Potter 5 is still pretty up there) Seriously though, people-watching heaven! We should've been playing fantasy bingo or something. It was awesome. We ended up behind a hobbit and in front of the Green Lantern. This super short chick had a shirt that read, "I'm not short, I'm a Hobbit." Which is possibly the best shirt ever. And we definitely should've counted how many Malifecents passed by.
After an hour or so we finally made it to the doors! And then entered the second biggest line and the biggest human snake ever. The line switch-backed through a giant room, making it so you got to know the costumes of the people 20 ahead and behind you very well. Highlight of this section of the day? Definitely the perfectly dressed, impeccably bearded, ginger Obi-wan who I flirted with mercilessly every time we passed each other in the snake. (By 'mercilessly flirted' I mean cast side-long glances and laughed a bit extra when he was in ear-shot.)
Anyways... We were aiming to at least get there in time for Stephen Amell's panel at noon but we just missed it so we jumped in line for John Barrowman's. An hour later we were turned away because it was completely full...but hey, we did get to stare up the giant trolls from The Hobbit's noses while we waited. Okay, that sounded like I was complaining but really standing in line at Comic Con is much better than standing in line anywhere else and the detail in those trolls was amazing. We wandered, followed around a Tenth Doctor that was so good he made me double-take, and took lots of nerdtastic selfies for most of the day.
Then. Then...
Photo Op!!! So I'm broke but Ash bought me a Arrow photo op with Amell and Barrowman. Yes she is the best sister in the world. We tried to get in line but couldn't tell which mass of people was moving towards eventually turning into the right line, so we just hopped in behind a couple with a baby that were all dressed in matching Superman shirts. We talked, we laughed, we people-watched to our hearts' content. Eventually we lost the cute Superman family, who ended up being the best kind of people, because a while later they came back for us. That Superman fought his way through hundreds of people to come get us when he found the right line. Thank you random people! You were totally superheros to us that day. Ya, so, lines... And then!
WE GOT TO THE FRONT OF THE LINE.
There was like a team of people prepping us on getting in and out crazy fast. Stand at the line, as soon as the camera flashes for the people in front of you's picture, run (don't walk, run) over there for your picture and then rush out. I started getting antsy, and then feeling like what I imagine an Olympic ski jumper must feel like waiting at the top of that run. And then I was on the line. And then the camera flashed. One of the prep team peeps looked and me and yelled "Go!"
My thought process:
Oh! Oh my gosh. Run! Run over there. HI. I think I said 'hi'. Did I say 'hi'? Ohmygoodness their arms are around me. Oh goodness. Wait, should I put my arms around them too? Ya, maybe, ya. Ok. He's kinda close, my arm's kinda pinned, um if I just, oh that's his tush. Oh. Oh. Ok so I'll just not, not move that arm anymore maybe just hover...Okay the other arm/other guy Wait the what? Well that was the flash say thank you thank you. Did I even smile? that happened so fast I didn't even have a chance to suck in. I don't know if I smiled, holy crap I touched John Barrowman's butt.
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