Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Each year when there isn’t a pandemic fully raging, my wife Anne and I love attending entertainment and comic conventions throughout the Midwest and occasionally a bit beyond. We’re fascinated by the spectacle of each and every in-person nexus of geek cultures that presents a confluence of comics, artists, cosplayers, hobby artifacts, rare collectibles, IP-inspired handicrafts, talented performers and celebrity guests with fandom connections of varying levels of dedication and/or awesomeness.
This past weekend’s inaugural GalaxyCon Columbus (the one in Ohio) set out more than enough bait within reasonable road-trip range that the two of us were lured out of the house once more after previous 2022 outings to Star Trek: Mission Chicago, Indiana Comic Con, and Fan Expo Chicago. We’re the Goldens. This is who we are and what we do.
We’ve already shared all our stories from the Convention Center grounds apart from a few photo outtakes, but we’d be remiss to neglect the fun times we had in and around the neighborhood. Our third stop in town this year was at least as stimulating as the first two. Longtime MCC readers will recall when we used to find ourselves at Chicago cons a few times every year, up until the pandemic ruined everything for a while. This year Columbus has gone above and beyond in catching our straying eyes and luring us eastward instead of northward.
I’m assuming you already read Part 3 in full. The following gallery comprises various backdrops and digressions that connected what we did between our conventioning moments. We begin with the walk from the Vine Street Garage up High Street to Brassica for lunch, and go from there.
On Saturday we didn’t leave ourselves any more time for open exploration. We went straight from the hotel to the Goodale garage to the Convention Center, and subsisted on house sugar liquids for lunch. The path from the garage to the exhibit hall entrance took us past a varied collection of artworks that bring life to the Center even when geeks aren’t there to bring the fandom, the IPs, the noise and the joys.
…and from there we joined the line to get into the line to have fun. You already know the rest, except the miserable week that’s come after the con, which is storytime for elsewhen.
The End. Thanks for reading! Lord willing, we’ll see you again next con.
Other chapters in this very special miniseries:
Part 1: The Stars in Our Galaxy
Part 2: A Cosplay Sampler
Part 3: Who Else We Met, What Else We Did