Emerald City Comic Con

I've had another whirlwind of a week here in Kristinaland. I got home from DC late on Wednesday night, went to bed, woke up, and had one day to prepare myself for Emerald City Comic Con. I can't even remember what I did, but I think it involved editing a video or two and lying in my bed watching The Big Bang Theory for awhile. Which, if I were to sum up my life lately, would be pretty much that.

Ariana had just gotten home from New Zealand or wherever the heck she was this time, so naturally we needed to hang out. She came over around 7ish, when we then immediately left my house to head over to the Apple store, where the Brothers Wong were looking at the new Macbooks. Jimmy was getting himself a new laptop, so we stood around for moral support or something, then with his computer under his arm, we headed out of the store to find someplace to eat (but not before dailyboothing, obviously).

After Thai food (and milkshakes from Dick's), our pilgrimage lead us back to my house where we watched Star Wars Episode 4, on account of my never seeing it and that not being okay with Ariana. Or Jimmy. Or Freddie I suppose, but it never came up with him before that night.

Friday started Emerald City Comic Con, which was AMAZING. I can't believe such a great nerd convention takes place in my OWN CITY every single year and I never knew about it. It's incredible.

We started Friday by just moseying through the vendor room, checking out all the booths we would inevitably empty our wallets at. Then there was a Will Wheaton panel (how is that man so brilliant) and immediately after there was the JAMES MARSTERS panel. I had never seen him in person before, so after being so immersed in Buffy for as long as I was, it was truly bizarre to be within throwing distance of the man who played Spike.

He was so interesting to hear speak. He jumped up cross-legged on the table, and answered questions with such ease. The most amazing part is that he really DOES share a personality with Spike, minus the bleach blonde hair and innate desire to kill people. I regret so badly that I never got to actually speak with him or get a picture or anything. Someday. Soooomeday.

After the panel, we headed back out into the general hustle and bustle of the conference. We saw adorable children dressed as super heros, overweight sailor scouts, parents encouraging their kids to hug a giant walking pedobear - Emerald City Comic Con is simply a magical place.

That evening the Zaxy girls were invited to be involved in Unexpected Productions "NERDprov", which is essentially just an improv show where the topics are nerd related. Tara, an improv veteran herself, was actually asked to be onstage for the show while Britt and I were given black robes and put on the side as judges. Which was a total blast. I really channeled my inner Simon Cowell that night.

Afterward there was the obligatory post-show partying in the bar area, and then we made our way back to Tara's apartment for a necessary Zaxy sleepover. Too many fun things going on to bother heading back to my place.

The next morning, after a stereotypical stop in Starbucks for some breakfast, we went on a quest to find "the girl dressed as Wonder Woman" for a flash mob we were SUPPOSED to be part of. But let me tell you, looking for a Wonder Woman at a nerd con is like looking for a hipster at Urban Outfitters. They're everywhere. So that didn't happen.

Saturday was fraught with Buffy panels, more shopping, and the much anticipated Buffy Sing-a-long (which was put on by a company that used to actually do them professionally, a la Rocky Horror style. We had props! And instruction sheets!). That night we all had tickets to James Marsters concert at the Hard Rock Cafe, with a few other bands such as H2Awesome and Kirby Krackle. The whole night was a blast, including meeting the members of the other bands and making friends with them, having Space Unicorns drawn for us by guys at the merch table, and having a guy hunt me down based only on my twitter picture and the fact that I had tweeted about his band during the show. Crazy.

But the highlight of the night was obviously watching James Marsters play. He had a hilarious combination of heartfelt, cheesy songs about his then-girlfriend-now-wife, intermixed with very inappropriate and suggestive songs including one he prefaced was about Michelle Trachtenberg when she was 14. Surreal night. But the best.

Sunday I didn't end up going to the convention at all because I wasn't feeling well, but I did get to see Jimmy again before he headed back to LA. Now I've been stuck in bed since then with one of the strangest sinus sicknesses I've ever had. Such is my life.

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