The drive to Alex' went fine. Friday evening was alright. Saturday morning started poorly, because it took an extra two hours to get Alex to wake up, then we couldn't find his glasses. Traffic was still surprisingly light, and the weather was nice, so the drive to the con was still pleasant.
As for the con itself, hopefully, the AC will be doing its job a little better tomorrow, because it was pretty stifling. Alex seemed constantly on the verge of overheating. There were more vendors, artists, gamers, and so on than ever. Even with the increased vendors, I'm still not finding much of what I'm searching for. It doesn't help that many of these vendors are not familiar with the concept of arranging their product for ease of searching. I'm not even asking for labels on the long boxes, but how about making a token attempt at alphabatizing the boxes? Pretty please?
Still absolutely going back tomorrow. Must bring more money, must commission at least one piece of art. Must first decide what the hell to commission (Spidey? A Classic New Warrior? Spoiler? GrimJack?).
Alex very excited to attend first convention, had good time, bought several older Fantastic Four comics. Unfortunately, Alex suggested we visit the carnival around the corner. He made it through one ride (The Scrambler), and we had climbed into the Round Up when he decided he was about to be sick and bailed, leaving me there to very nearly get sick. Apparently, we're too old for things which spin me right round, baby, right round, like a record, baby. Lesson learned.
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