It’s convention time yet again! This weekend my wife Anne and I have driven two hours southeast of Indianapolis to attend a show we’ve never done before, the seventh annual Cincinnati Comic Expo. In the past she and I have talked about trying cons in other Midwest cities, but the Expo is our first time venturing out to Ohio for one. In addition to proximity and complete lack of schedule conflict with anything else we had going on, CCE’s guest list includes a pair of actors we missed at previous cons who represented glaring holes in one of her themed autograph collections. With her birthday coming up in a few weeks, which usually means a one-day road trip somewhere, we agreed this would count as her early celebration.
We’ve found little differences here and there between CCE and our other regular shows (Indiana Comic Con, C2E2, Wizard World Chicago, etc.), but one thing never changes from one convention center to the next: the game of lines. There’s the line for badge pickup, the line to wait for the exhibit hall to open (see above photo), the short lines to meet various comics creators, the long but speedy lines for actor photo ops, the long but languorous lines for actors’ autographs, the lines to get seats for panels and Q&A sessions, the lines for convention center concession stand foods, the line to exit the parking garage when everyone tries to leave at the same time, and so on. If you hate waiting and consider impatience a virtue, comic and entertainment conventions aren’t for you.
For us the lines are all part of our usual series of con quests. Having finished a fun and productive Friday on the show floor, so far we’ve already:
* Met the two well-known sci-fi actors Anne wanted to meet
* Tossed in a bonus Batman-related actor for kicks
* Met a legendary Marvel editor
* Bought one book I really wanted and a few about which I remain skeptical
* Got a few freebies, including a dice game
* Got another fine T-shirt for my collection
* Held extended conversations with other fans about fan stuff
* Won a prize drawing for a stuffed monster neither of us wants
…and we still have Saturday at our disposal to finish checking off my to-do items, which shouldn’t take a full day if we can help it. We agree our Friday was a successful day of quality time for us, thanks in part to knowing how to handle the waiting game.
(And, in the case of the stuffed monster, sitting in the wrong place at the wrong time. Long story for another entry.)