Fan + Girl = Me
My name is Charla and I am a fangirl.
J and I went to the Phoenix Comicon for the second year in a
row. We weren’t really planning on going this year until John Barrowman
announced that he would be going (that’s Captain Jack Harkness for those of you
not in the know). I was super excited, so J said yes.
We drove to Phoenix, AZ on Friday and checked into our
hotel. We actually stayed at one of the main hotels this year since it was just
a block from the convention center. The room was nice, on the 17th
floor. While checking in, we actually
saw John Barrowman arrive. OH.MY. GOD. My heart pounded, I think I started
bouncing and I snapped a quick pic with my phone.
oh heavens |
Squee!! I realized I really am a fangirl. I got super
excited just to see him. No, I did not have the guts to walk up and say hi. He
looked a little tired from his trip and I thought of how much I just wanted to
get to my room. J said I was having an anxiety attack. But he was standing
right there!!
We changed into our costumes before heading over to check in
and get our badges. Yes, we wore costumes for the con. J was the 11th
Doctor (Matt Smith) in more of his current (season 7) costume, and I was the 10th
Doctor (David Tennant).
our versions of Eleven and Ten, minus Eleven's hair |
just me, and my blue hair |
We got our badges, and started walking through the vendor
booths. We got through a small section when we realized we had just gotten
started. The exhibitor hall was expanded from last year. I’m not sure we even
made it halfway before leaving to hit a show.
Turns out we didn’t do that show. The line was gigantic and
went down a stairwell and I started to get a bit panicky. I don’t handle large
groups of people in small spaces well. (That’s an understatement.) So we went
to a panel instead, and it was kinda fun. Then back to our room to crash for the night.
Day two was not in costume. We thought we might change into
them later, but it was rather hot for suits. Plus, I’m not enough of a fangirl to have my
photo op done in my Tenth costume, and J didn’t want his costume in his,
either. We wandered a little, and then it was time to line up for my
photo. I got in line about half an hour
early, but that was smart. The lines get pretty long.
Photo ops at the comicon are not a simple thing. You have to
have your printed barcode or the ticket you purchased that day. You stand in
line in the hallway until they are ready for your group in the main room. You
then file into a corral and slowly shuffle along until you get to the front.
Lots of waiting for the person(s) you’re getting your photo with to get there and for them to
get all set up. Finally, the line moves and you get to the front. They have
numbered bins where you can dump the stuff you don’t want on you in your photo,
and you get a matching number ticket. They have a mirror hanging up, fix yourself
up before going in.
You turn the corner and can see the photo ops in front of
you taking place. They really rush everyone through. You’re told beforehand
that there are no personal pics, no questions, just get your photo taken and
get out. They push you through, you pose, smile, photo taken, then leave. That
fast. All of 30 seconds.
My excitement level started building once I got in line. I
was lucky enough to be in front of a nice lady who was fun to talk to. She was
dressed as the Fourth Doctor, and since we were in line for a Dr. Who photo op,
we talked Who. Her daughter, a natural redhead, put on a wedding dress to be
Donna in her first appearance.
The closer we got to the front of the line, the more my
excitement built. By the time I got to the mirror, I was quite literally
bouncing with every step. And then, it was my turn. I took my place and the
great, handsome, awesome, funny, talented, wonderful John Barrowman stood
behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and we smiled for the camera.
OH. EM. EFFING. GEE.
All I could say was quick thank you before I had to move out
for the next person. Leaving wasn’t just a bouncing step, but actually bouncing
out of there. I think I actually squee’d. I got my purse from the bin and
immediately grabbed my phone to text J. All I said was, “He hugged me!!!” The
adrenaline levels stayed high for a few hours, and got a big boost when I went
to grab my photo. Seeing the print brought the rush back.
J’s photo op was in the afternoon, so we did lunch and some
shopping before he had to get in line. I would have gotten my photo
autographed, would have gladly spent the $40 on it, but the line was so long, I
would have spent all afternoon in line. Ugh. I had my photo, and I was happy.
He's right over there! |
We did a little shopping that day as well. I got a t-shirt I
had seen last year, when stock was running low and they were out of my size. I
snagged it right away. It’s the awesome sauce.
The Flight Of The Penguin |
We also got a little something for our future nephew, who
has yet to make his grand entrance. He can wait a while and finish baking. We’re
fine with that.
Sunday was our final day. We looked into some local bike
shops, but the one we really wanted to go to wasn’t open on Sundays. We
wandered around the comicon for a while and looked for anything we might have
missed before hitting the road.
There’s your brief summary. Now, here’s why I go. Not only
do I get the chance to meet someone I greatly admire, but I’m surrounded by
people who are on the same or a higher geek level. I’m surrounded by geeks and
geekiness. It’s some of the best people watching there is. Even better than the
airport, because you see people who dress as they wish they could, instead of
how they think they should. Awkwardness abounds, and is accepted.
We won’t be here for next year’s Phoenix Comicon, but I will
definitely be checking for others near me. I’m hooked.
Especially if John Barrowman shows up.
I am SO jealous...there really isn't much else to say... :D
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