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crazyfurries...two years ago, or roughly that, I tried selling my bento wares at a local anime convention. Sadly since no one'd left up information regarding the sales booth forms, I was left selling my wares for roughly half an hour after the bento discussion panel. I came out ahead but barely, and had much of the rest of the day to myself...which left me feeling unimpressed at the convention. There wasn't much to get excited over for me in the one room they had for shopping, and the anime rooms were nice but...kinda lacking? Maybe my trips to Dragon*Con had set my bar for cons too high. This was my first stright-anime only convention.
Here's were the odd little things happened. Randomly at lunch another con-goer asked if she could have the other half of my table in the food court. As I'd already unpacked most of my very filled bento box, I wasn't about to leave in any hurry. Besides that she seemed okay...and then I saw the pitiful little thing she called a lunch. Just a banana and a carton of milk from the cafeteria, and she was staring at the spread I had present. So I offered her some of my packed food, wasn't like I was going to be able to eat all of it in one sitting and I could go without dinner.
Thus I ended up getting someone about 7 years younger than me following me around the campus during the con. I mean for roughly three of the next four hours she was following me around to see what I found interesting, or asking me questions about the costume I was wearing, or investigating the highly-over priced Maid Cafe..which I admit had some really cute cosplaying male waiters. (There was a gorgeous young man with Airbender Master markings playing an Adult Aang, but he wasn't around much) I did have to use my GPS to drive her back home, since the buses were rather packed in especially the last one. Once we got close she told me to pull over, she had enough cash left to buy me some chinese as a way of saying 'thanks for sharing lunch with me'. I gave her my email and a patch and went back home with some goods and a little more money that it'd cost me to come there. However that following summer proved to be the one that left me screamingly insane as it was the year mom got relisted and we had several 'dry runs' to Loyola, and at the end of that I hadn't sold enough or worked enough hours to make it back to the con on my own.
However just now I got an email from this young lady, expressing interest and reminiscing about how that day at the con, spent with me had been the best con-going day of her life.
Now I'm stuck wondering if she's just been to really crappy conventions, or as socially awkward as me and not having fun at a con because she knows no one there. Me? I'm looking back and being amazed that I didn't roll more social-freakout fails during that entire experience.
Here's were the odd little things happened. Randomly at lunch another con-goer asked if she could have the other half of my table in the food court. As I'd already unpacked most of my very filled bento box, I wasn't about to leave in any hurry. Besides that she seemed okay...and then I saw the pitiful little thing she called a lunch. Just a banana and a carton of milk from the cafeteria, and she was staring at the spread I had present. So I offered her some of my packed food, wasn't like I was going to be able to eat all of it in one sitting and I could go without dinner.
Thus I ended up getting someone about 7 years younger than me following me around the campus during the con. I mean for roughly three of the next four hours she was following me around to see what I found interesting, or asking me questions about the costume I was wearing, or investigating the highly-over priced Maid Cafe..which I admit had some really cute cosplaying male waiters. (There was a gorgeous young man with Airbender Master markings playing an Adult Aang, but he wasn't around much) I did have to use my GPS to drive her back home, since the buses were rather packed in especially the last one. Once we got close she told me to pull over, she had enough cash left to buy me some chinese as a way of saying 'thanks for sharing lunch with me'. I gave her my email and a patch and went back home with some goods and a little more money that it'd cost me to come there. However that following summer proved to be the one that left me screamingly insane as it was the year mom got relisted and we had several 'dry runs' to Loyola, and at the end of that I hadn't sold enough or worked enough hours to make it back to the con on my own.
However just now I got an email from this young lady, expressing interest and reminiscing about how that day at the con, spent with me had been the best con-going day of her life.
Now I'm stuck wondering if she's just been to really crappy conventions, or as socially awkward as me and not having fun at a con because she knows no one there. Me? I'm looking back and being amazed that I didn't roll more social-freakout fails during that entire experience.
