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On the cosplayers who were there: Hard Gay had nice legs, and Hard Geisha was too disturbing for words. We had some great characters show up, but not many that I recognized. Sailor V was there, and a guy who wore an Urahara hat. (where, o where shall I find a Kaidoh-bandanna? *insert wailing here*) There was someone else wearing a Seigaku jacket, but like me, I don't think he'd meant to cosplay anybody. And no, Ina, Lian, and Nadine were not cosplaying for some obscure fandom. Especially Nadine. Should anyone inquire.
One reason I have found to appreciate the cons: DVDs. Painless way to snag good copies of series you wanna watch. I kinda suck at it now, since I do want to watch but dunno where to start, and I'm too busy to work the downloading into my schedule. But I figure the Avatar, Bleach, and Gravitation should help - I haven't seen Gravitation in eons, it feels like. I have the official Gravitation release which had subtitling made of equal parts Chinese and abomination. Very pretty container, but only helpful should I finally learn me some decent Japanese.
As far as the merchandise went, it wasn't too bad. Aside from the DVDs, there were neat things too. Mostly to do with hats and hat accessories, and teeny-tiny things for the discerning fangirl. I got a pair of bear earmuffs, and a pin which says "Anime: Drugs would be cheaper." Incidentally, Hope got me a pin with the Hitsugaya's picture, the one on my icon, that says "Shotacon: The reason he's the most popular character in Bleach," which killed me to no end. Next con I shall be getting myself a hat. And definitely more DVDs, as soon as I figure out which ones I want to melt my brain over.
But what takes the cake was the maid and butler cafe. And there hadn't even been any cake. Nikki-chan was the awesomest maid (*pats Nikki-chan's head*) and Gyo-chan rocked!! ^____^ They were such fun, and the 45 minutes spent there were the absolute best. I have absolutely no idea how maid/butler cafes are supposed to work, but the service there was excellent, and I would totally understand why they're such a big deal if what we saw was at least a fair imitation. What I adored about the whole thing was how there was so much care and thought involved, and how beautifully it turned out because you know that these people you're talking to are fellow enthusiasts, amateurs in the original sense of the word. By the way, did you know that the word amateur originally came from French and Latin words meaning lover and to love, respectively? Inui is leaving the building now, kthnxbye.
When the crowds became too much for us (and the trauma of repeatedly losing her cousins in the crowd became too much for Hope), we went out and sat down outside the doors. I took this as a fortuitous time to write a letter to Hope's okaasa. Unfortunately, I belatedly recognize that all the brow-furrowing and staring off into the distance that I did, thinking of things to tell her, made me look like some sad emo person. ( I had approximately two hours left at this time before Des was scheduled to pick up the lot and shuttle them to a padasal, which is, for Foreigners, non-Catholics, and you Young'Uns, a period of nine days when the family of a recently deceased person come together every day to pray for the soul of their loved one.) But I really hadn't seen Des in literally, forever, and I miss her like you wouldn't believe. Which is why I looked like some depressed zombie when
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When I was starting to think that a photo of my letter to Des should be pasted beside the word 'illegible' in the dictionary, we went looking for the Starbucks where Hope's mom would be picking us up. At last, a blessed table and a frappe! I went back to writing with gusto, and the kiddies were like, Hakkai, what're you doing? to which I replied that I was writing a letter to their aunt. I got a second goggling-over, and I had to explain that I was friends with their auntie before I was friends with their cousin, to which they said, "But how old is Tita (Des)?" and "She's old, isn't she?"
Oh, child-RRAAAAN. *sobs quietly in a corner*
It will probably take a decade, on the inside, for them to realize that their aunt is a severely cool person to hang with.
Anyhoo, the day ended with me getting to see Des for like five minutes. Am now officially back to missing her. And
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On a side note: My boss just sent me a message about courage. It actually made me a bit... apprehensive about going to work. Was it her way of telling me that there's something I need courage for when I go back to work tonight? LOL.