I hate to say that I only wanted to go to see how adults dress up and act, but it's kinda true. Please remember from previous entries that I oftentimes learn something, even just a little something, when I try New Things. So, while I wanted to go to this event, possibly, just to have really great pictures of people willing to show up wearing (to me) goofy attire and relishing in an adult forum for escapism, I was also genuinely looking for astute observations to convey to you readers about the human condition, life and art, etc.
Mark and I arrived at Comic Con, fully prepared to buy our tickets, when we were told in the most hopes-dashing kind of way that the computers weren't accepting credit cards and the tickets were a rousing $30 for a one-day pass. Bummer. Should have bought online--except for the $30 part.
Now, if your website is going to lie to me, please oh please, don't make it an 83% mark-up. It makes me angry and puts me in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Yes, it has that impact on me.
It ended up that we weren't willing to shell over the money to make this New Thing happen completely, when all we really wanted to do is some good old fashioned people-watching, so we hung out a few more minutes, saw some costumes of characters I couldn't identify, decided that I was too afraid to ask people to take pictures with me (the layperson in jeans, a long-sleeve tee and bright pink glasses), and walked our way out of Comic Con.
You can't win 'em all.
But I did catch a blurry picture of this ghostbuster in the hallway:
