I realized that I had yet to tell you of all the fun BFF and I had at Comicon this year. I have regaled you with tales of BFF getting injured at every turn and told you how not to be a dick but not about what we did so I shall change that now. Our adventures started with driving down to the hot box that is Phoenix and checking into our hotel. I must say that BFF and I are hotel snobs so we stayed at a nice hotel…we had even managed to get a cottage room. For only being gone a weekend, BFF and I sure know how to overpack….we brought like 8 bags! Ok but one was filled with snacks for Comicon and one was a little cooler filled with water and Gatorade. But the other 6….well….I dunno. We like a lot of clothes ok? Don’t judge. The room was everything we hoped with a HUGE bathroom for two girly girls. Although the shower was small with a glass door, which means you had to watch each other shower. Also, the toilet did not have a door so watching each other poop was always an option. Creepy. But there were cute little bunnies outside our room every day….so I guess that makes up for having to watch each other poop. Maybe.
We headed over to the convention center to check in, get our badges and head to the vendor hall to shop…cuz we LOVE to shop. Take 2 geeky girls who like to shop and throw them in a hall with hundreds of geeky vendors and you have 2 geeky girls who squee with joy and spend lots of money. Like an absurd amount. As we came down the escalators to the vending hall, it was just opening and when we saw the crowds, we almost turned away and ran. Hundreds of people waiting for the doors to open. Thank goodness they did right as we were coming down and the crowd dissipated quickly or we would have turned tail and run…neither one of us like crowds that much. BFF quickly made her first purchase of Comicon…the cutest Boba Fett purse. And by quickly, I do mean within 5 minutes. But so worth it. And not something you will find just anywhere. This is how we spent Thursday night because the vendor hall is so big it took us 4.5 hours to walk the entire thing and shop.
Friday was filled with panels, shopping, exploring, wading through crowds, shopping, eating, more shopping and did I mention a photo-op with Michael Shanks? SQUEE!!! We are big fans of Stargate so getting this opportunity was amazeballs. We knew we would not make his panel because for some reason it was on Saturday in a whole separate building and a floor down from the large ballroom where we were camping out to see Jason Momoa and Alyson Hannigan. So there was no way we were gonna leave and attempt to get back in there. That is crazy sauce. So photo-op it was! And well worth it! I swear BFF barely contained running her hands up and down him and getting us kicked out. Molester. In between shopping and BFF molesting Michael Shanks, we decided to get some ice cream. Because ice cream is the answer to whatever the question. For serious. I loves me some ice cream. BFF had some major ice cream issues. I swear she is like a 4-year-old with ice cream. She ended up with it on her hands, cheek, eyebrow, arm, pants, hair and at some point her ear. I have no idea how she got it on her ear. What the heck was she doing with it when I wasn’t looking? Spreading it around on various places hoping Michael Shanks would lick it off? I am sure she was still thinking about molesting him and it made her ice cream melt faster. I didn’t have those problems but maybe I ate mine fast or I actually know how to eat ice cream and she doesn’t. Yeah. Let’s go with that. Cuz eating it fast would imply that I was shoveling it into my gob, which in fact I really was because ice cream. BFF, on the other hand, was a sticky hot mess. Thank goodness we had already had our photo-op with Michael Shanks.
Saturday at Comicon brought us camping out in the big ballroom to see all the big name celebrities, especially Jason Momoa and Alyson Hannigan. We packed provisions and planned our potty breaks. I even did lunges to prevent from getting a clot in my calf and to stretch my sciatica (this tip I learned from Pocket GF the first year we went). Hands down, the best panel of the day was indeed Jason Momoa, who was gracious, funny and endearing. It also brought more shopping. You see, BFF and I have this addiction to a particular vendor called Sparkle! whose geeky jewelry brings us into her stall every year. This year was no exception as we went back probably about 4 times to buy more. I love arm candy and her bracelets are my newest addiction. I swear I bought like 4 or 5 of them. Don’t judge.
Funny thing about Comicon is that every year, BFF and I know that a bunch of our friends are also attending but unless we attend with them, we usually never see them. This is due to the huge crowds, the different panels, and our desire to shop till we drop. Sometimes, we try to make it a point to hook up with people for meals and such, but this year we decided not to and our friends started stalking us. Yup…we had stalkers folks! Two of them actually found us in the vendor hall (good place to look for us in the maddening crowd of thousands) and managed to snag us for a few minutes and snap a photo or two….like the crazy stalkers they are. Some call it stalking, I call it love. Or practice for when I actually have fangirls/boys searching out the Fat Girl in a crowd to get a picture or snip a lock of my hair or even smell me. Thanks to Foxy and JN for NOT snipping a piece of my hair although next time some squeeing would be in great order. Foxy might have been sniffing me but I couldn’t tell if I should be weirded out or just chalk it up to her being a fangirl and all. I mean, if you are gonna stalk us, you might as well fangirl….just saying.
Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I did however get my geeky shopping on and got stalked while at Comicon but I didn’t die. I am Fat Girl who managed to get her picture taken with Michael Shanks, did not get ice cream everywhere and did not get my locks of my hair snipped off by a crazed fangirl Running, The experiment continues…