Costume-Con summary post.

[venusplz]

Each cut was written on the day it describes, so it's a pretty cool in-progress thing. Enjoy? XD

Thursday was a long day. At the end of my day, I ran around for a good fifteen minutes trying to help one student, then I had to go up to the bursar, then the post office and H.R.

At the post office, all I had to do was get a money order so I could mail out my driver license renewal form. There's one line that's just for stamps and money orders, so even though the main line was empty, I got on the specific one. There was a old man in front of me, and a dude in front of him; the clerk saw both me and the old man join the line. Dude was chatting up the clerk for ages, about the most inane shit. Old man wanted some stamps, and he also felt compelled to chit-chat. When it was my turn, the clerk suddenly had to go to lunch, even though there was no one behind me. She couldn't have said something when I got on the line? I'd've been more than happy to join the normal line if she had said something. By this time, of course, the normal line was five people long, so I had a nice long wait. Not to mention that she really just sat there talking to other clerks and not eating at all. Another clerk gave someone else a run-around, and mine says he forgot to give me my change (odd, I didn't know there were eighty-dollar bills... No, you idiot, I paid with a $100-bill). I've come to the conclusion that everyone at the 23rd St. post office is an asshole.

So then I had to meet Laura and Erica for practice. It was on-and-off rain all day, so we needed an indoor spot, and we wound up at SONY Plaza. Security there was giving us dirty looks the entire time, and scolded us when we just moved tables and chairs around -- yeah -- so we decided to up and leave. Fortunately, it wasn't raining, and Central Park wasn't very far away, so that's where we went. Practice ran long, but it went well, and we all walked away feeling much more confident about Sunday's show. Which is good, I suppose, as it's in -- dear god -- thirty-seven hours, as I write this.

Laura and I got back to my house just before eleven -- we stopped at Burger King for food -- and then we were pretty much making dresses all night. They got done, thank goodness, but there's no way I could have done it without Laura's help. My body finally waved a white flag and couldn't allow itself to stay awake anymore; despite all the caffeine I'd had, I was still swaying on my feet, and I had to take a couple of naps. I was pretty cranky and tired-fidgety, and I left Laura working all by herself. I felt awful, but I was useless otherwise. It was a depressing and upsetting night.

As I said, we got everything done before dawn, managed to clean, and I packed, and it was six in the morning when we finally rolled over and slept. Because my mom claimed not to know that we ever had an air mattress -- we totally did! -- Laura had to sleep on the couch in the living room. Of course, since it was six in the morning, my family was just getting up for the day, and poor Laura couldn't get much sleep: Wills and Kate were suddenly very important to my parents. 9_9

I, meanwhile, slept like a fucking baby, and was so happy. I didn't look like death when I woke up, which was great, because I totally did four hours before.

On Friday, Laura and I got up around nine, and since we both travelled in plainclothes, were on our way relatively quickly. We went to Herald Square to Modell's so I could get the soccer socks I found for my ichiP! uniform. They're mostly perfect, save the big honking Adidas logo ON THE SHIN that I didn't realize was there ("maybe it's on the sole... or the back of the ankle") until I tried them on with my shoes not too long ago. But at least they fit comfortably with my shoes (my old ichiP! shoes, because damned if I'm not getting my $14 worth out of them!).

Waiting for the bus was nothing special, nor was the ride, really, even if it took slightly longer to get here than we thought. When we got off the bus -- once we got to Hasbrouck Heights, I was calling out every street we passed to make sure we didn't miss ours -- the hotel said it would be twenty-five minutes for the shuttle to show up. ... No. So we called Laura's mom and she came and got us. We arrived at the con, found dokudel in the parking lot, got our things, had to wait a little bit for the room to be ready, blah blah blah....

It was just after two, so I missed the panels I wanted to go to, though I would be right on time for the fabric painting one.

Um, first thing I noticed (other than everyone's costumes are gorgeous and I'm a peon and I don't belong here. I really want to stay in my t-shirts and jeans all weekend, why did I let Laura convince me to bring my Mountie!Canada? (lots of Canadians at this con, too: Toronto's bidding for hosting Costume-Con in 2014. Time to make a fool out of myself again! :V)) was that the panels... aren't really what I thought they would be? And they're kinda boring. Laura said that it's a very insular con, and that makes sense, and then there wouldn't be much teaching going on because everyone knows everyone else, and everyone (but me) knows everything everyone else knows, so there's no point. But I'm like "...okay? So what do I do?"

The fabric painting one was just a few people in a circlejerk. Photographing Your Costume was a woman showing off the pictures she'd taken at the Liberace museum (don't get me wrong, everything was the very definition of fabulous, but I thought it would be a "how to use the ambient lighting, how to frame your subject, etc." sort of thing).

Laura's panel -- Crash Course on Cosplay Costume -- was the best, because I knew what was going on. It was more of the sort of panel I'm used to, but because this is all old hat for me and most of the people there, there wasn't really much to learn.

But that's why I'm here! I want to see things and do things and learn things and be A+ costumer, and I don't think I'm gonna get that this weekend. I mourn what could have been.

And then, at five in the afternoon, programming was done. Yeah. This con is ten-to-four, with socials in the evening. It's very strange. On the bright side, that means I can write my synopsis at eleven o'clock at night -- okay, it's ten after now -- and still get loads of sleep, which is good on a normal day, and fucking excellent when I'm so exhausted.

I still have to iron my uniform, because I'm SO not doing that in the morning!

After the panel and an awkward dinner -- Laura's mom, her friends, me, and Laura. And because it was the restaurant in the hotel, the prices were sky-high and I couldn't afford them. So... I don't know what I'll be eating all weekend. OH BOY! -- Laura and I took a nap. We were done for a good two hours, until Laura's mom and Susan came back in the room got us for the Friday social.

MORE AWKWARD and feeling like I'm two inches tall at the social. That was it, summarily. There was lots of gawking on my end, and lots of feeling insecure. Can I please just stay in my t-shirts and jeans?

So after one day of Costume-Con, I'm not impressed by the convention itself. I love the costumes, but I will never be that good (nor that rich to afford making them). I'll still try to enjoy myself, but I really think the best part of the weekend will be Sunday, when I have to run around like an absolute idiot. I'll have to miss the entire convention Sunday, too (we have to be there at 9:45, and our panel ends at 3:30).

Laura is going to try to convince me to join the masquerade. Do I count as Novice or Journeyman (I seriously have no idea if presentation counts for craftsmanship or whatever)? I don't think she'll succeed, but we'll see....

Saturday was... well, it was.

I woke up around 8:30 when Laura's mom and Susan were talking -- full circle on that later -- and getting ready to head up to breakfast in the consuite. Laura and I woke up eventually and followed in plainclothes. There was this pretty good eggy-potatoey thing that was a lot more filling than I thought it would be, and bagels with Nutella. Mmmm, Nutella....

So we came back and got dressed (I ironed my uniform in the morning, haha), Laura as Char Quattro, and me in my one costume. Oh god. Immediately upon leaving the room, we happened to run into a couple of people who wanted our picture, and thank goodness that did not set the tone for the day.

Anyway. By the time we got out, it was noon, and so the first set of panels we wanted to go to already happened. Though there were workshops I wanted to go to -- I ducked in one for a minute, but everyone was already busy and I would have had to pay for materials I already own, no thanks -- we found ourselves sitting in on the Wigs and Hair in Anime Costume panel. But as we got there a little early, the last panel was still clearing out. That's when I heard it.

French.

OH SHIT, (obvious) CANADIANS, RUN. THEY ARE GOING TO SEE ME. Instead, I hid in the back of the room, but there's not much hiding that you can do when you're conspicuously wearing BRIGHT RED and kind of wearing a uniform (or close to it) that's recognized the world over. So when they were ready to leave the room, yeah, they spotted me. One of them took one look at me, kind of nodded and shrugged (approvingly?) and said "okay," before asking Laura about her costume.

"Char!" "Excuse me, I'm Quattro?" XD

While I got approval, I don't know, I still had the horrible feeling that everyone who complimented me was saying nice things to my face and nasty things to my back (or, presuming I couldn't understand French -- man, Canadian French is tricky. Or maybe I'm just out of practice -- also to my face). Hello, I'm super-self-conscious.

Anyway, so the Wigs panel was pretty straightforward, and I kind of knew everything already. Funnily enough, the girls praised the hell out of none other than Katie Bair, who ran the first wig panel I ever went to, and from whom I learned everything I know about wigs and shit (even if I don't know much). While there were no "It's plastic, it doesn't care,"- or "It is regrettable..."-level quotes, there was still "WIGS AREN'T HAIR." I didn't learn anything, but at least it was entertaining, and I was able to flip through Katie's book which has, like, everything you'd need to know ever about wigs (or so it looks: I only flipped through it because there were other people). I'd like to get my own copy, maybe, one day.

Immediately after was Costuming in Groups: Successfully and some foam crafting panel. We opted for the foam, run by the same dudes who stopped to admire our costumes an hour before. I don't remember specifics of the foam panel -- I'm writing this at damn near two in the morning and I have to be up again in four hours. I did say the next night I would have decent sleep would be Thursday the fifth -- but it was very informative and I wrote down a lot of stuff. There'll be a separate cut at the end of the post with all the cool things I picked up at the panels (and with the names of the panelists, not like first names are worth much but hey, it's a start!). Jean-Luc, one of the panelists, gave Laura and I a resource list, full of nifty things because we stayed around to chit-chat and touch his staff. :3 No, really, there was a foam staff that went with his costume. But that list'll also be included because working with foam seems like it would be really cool, useful, and helpful.

There was a break after that, so we headed up to the consuite. I got some coffee that I needed, and we loaded up on foods. Apple slices and Nutella, yes (and Mounties are steampunk, apparently, if you give them a pair of goggles. "You're like... the Mountie airship captai--" BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP I AIN'T STEAMPUNK and now I don't want to be, either). We went back at four for an accessories panel.

Again, not too much that I remember, the panelist was wearing a pretty dress, but let the discussion be attendee-led, like Laura did yesterday, as she didn't have terribly much to say (she was stuck on the panel, she didn't necessarily know what to do for it). I still took notes, because there were some neat things said.

Dinner. This time I ate, and my rationale was that spending nothing yesterday and $25 today was like spending $12 each day, and I'm okay with $12 for one meal. I'm sticking to that. But then we got ready for the masquerade.

Oh dear god motherFUCK, the masquerade. I thought I'd go because there's no internet in the hotel room, no panels to attend, and I'd be bored out of my skull, but also because it's Costume Con, and I would see some brilliant costumes, be entertained, and hell, Laura was judging. .... It's good to know that two of those three happened, I suppose.

Long story short, because I should really get to sleep soon, that masquerade not only reminded me why I don't go to masquerades anymore, but it was the biggest. Fucking. Circlejerk. I have ever seen. There were thirty-one entries, and one couldn't compete (one of the members of the group fell as she was getting on stage, and was hurt. She was fine, we heard later), so thirty. By my count, two were Novice level, and five Journeyman. That leaves twenty-three Master-level entries. So, basically, everyone in the masquerade is already really fucking good, and worse, they already all fucking know each other. *wank wank wank*

I'm not going to lie: there were some really impressive things that were on stage. I breathed aloud, "Wow." to one of them, and Laura's mom leaned over and told me Rae (the costumer) always had really awesome things like that. But, I don't know, maybe I'm too used to anime cons, where even if an entry is a walk-on, there's still something to "get" with the entire thing.

And speaking of "maybe I'm too used to anime cons," I remembered something else. Oooh, oooh, it's absolutely evil. :/

But it was just like "Okay, it's pretty, but it's just a bunch of beads and pretty fabrics and you made it. It's Costume Con, so what's this a costume of?" You couldn't always tell just by looking at things, and so that made it a little tougher for me to appreciate (there were some anime/VG ones, though, and those I understood and enjoyed). There were concepts, but like, one of the Journeyman ones, she was a snake? And she wore a green-and-yellow dress with lots of beadwork, and a very high standing collar that resembled a cobra hood, face paint, false teeth that showed only when she opened her mouth at the very end (nice effect), she was dancing somewhat similarly to how a snake moves, I got that, and she was great! But there was just something missing that failed to bring it all home for me. It was like "Okay. ... And....?" *idea* Ah! It's kinda like okay but still off-the-mark Halloween costumes. If I can't figure it out, and you have to tell me what your costume is? You're doing it wrong. ... They were doing it wrong.

The judges deliberated, seriously, for at least ninety minutes, and I don't understand why when everyone won something. No, seriously. Damn near every entry went home with a ribbon, some got two, one got three. The workmanship awards? Ten were given out at the Master level. Ten. Of twenty-three. There were just as many for presentation, what the shit. I was waiting for the Biggest Circlejerk Award or the Everyone's A Winner Award a.k.a. the Welcome Back to Kindergarten Award (which I would totally have given to dokudel because she's the only one I can think of who didn't win anything. She was also the only walk-on. Coincidence?). I was quite repulsed. What the fuck happened to Third, Second, and First Place, the end, good night?

This is my con drama. I'm not pleased I finally have some. And it's not even that good!

So all through the awarding of the ... um, awards ... I was rolling my eyes and texting Esmeralda, and as far as I know the Canucks game went into overtime tied at one, I don't know what happened, but the Flyers lost, so that's awesome and.... yeah. Maybe I was tired and cynical and cranky. Maybe I'm just too used to anime cons. But I hated it. And because it was such a circlejerk, and there really wasn't anything to reward -- okay, seriously, when you're a Master, you're already awesome. Why are you still competing? There's nothing better for you to attain and they just start making up awards at some point. The award for using Christmas fabrics (basically. No, I'm not shitting you)? Come on, give me a fucking break -- so instead of looking up to these people and feeling inspired, I looked down at them and felt disgusted. Way to suck your own dicks. Congrats, you're all awesome, you all know it, and you're telling each other for the fortieth time. Um, fuck you?

Not to mention that the same people entered like five costumes, sometimes. Sure, they couldn't show them off personally, but how is that allowed?! It's like running for fifteen offices at once: you're bound to win at least one election. Ew. Ew!

I'm, like, so discouraged from costuming after that, that I'm not sure I want to do it anymore. I've had my brushes with "NO MORE COSPLAY" before, but this was definitely the strongest, most real feeling, and that makes me sad. I used to like this, but I'm not sure that I do now if this is what it's like at the top, if this is what I've been working towards. Anyway, I was so happy to get out of there.

The best part of the masquerade was during the downtime for the poor woman who got hurt. The MC was describing his drive down to Jersey from Canada. He remarked on how he passed a few Tim Horton'ses on the way, surprised and happy that Timmy Hos were in the States -- suck it, Dunkin' Donuts, your coffee is shit -- and said that all that was missing were the Mounties. I jumped up for a tenth of a second, but sat right back down. I would have run up to be like "Hi, I'm a Mountie," but I was sitting in the middle of the aisle and would have had to climb over four people and run across the room to get up there. But even if I couldn't entertain everyone, I know I was a Mountie, and I know that that would have been hilarious.

Until the Québécois started laughing behind my back/to my face, of course.

At least I was able to snatch a BUNCH of coupons for stuff in Toronto from the Costume Con 32 Maybe Possibly Please Vote for Us booth during intermission! I don't know what I've got, I just know I've got one of each. XD They were just sitting there on the table. Who knows what I'll need when I play tourist at the end of the month?

The thing that I noticed that was evil: there is a lot of photosniping here. I don't appreciate that. Again, maybe I'm too used to anime cons where it's generally accepted that you must ask for a photo, but that's not the case here, and I don't like it at all. If you ask me to take a photo, I'll gladly do it, and show off my costume, and tell you what I'm proudest of, and all that. That doesn't happen when you take a picture of me fixing my shit. That happened. I was fussing with my jacket and some bitch across the room took my picture. My hat was off, my gloves were in my pocket, I didn't have my belt on, several buttons were undone... WHY WOULD YOU WANT A PICTURE OF THAT?! It happened again at the masquerade, too. Someone I wowed earlier in the day (her jaw was kind of on the floor for a while. Nice compliment, though she flattered me a bit too much to be taken seriously) pointed her camera at me as I happened to walk past. I walked faster. I heard her complain "Oh, she's moving too fast," but damn right I was, because I don't want you taking picture of me until you ask.

And now for full-circle, because it's past two and I need to sleep, hohoho, Susan and I were discussing the masquerade while Laura's mom tried to sleep. She kind of scolded us for talking too loudly because she had to get up at six in the morning. Like I don't? (I do. Matsuri. Laura's mom does too because she's driving us into Manhattan.) Taste of your own medicine, since you woke me up this morning. Yeah. Bitter, isn't it? I know people don't like to be disturbed when they're ready to sleep, but damn. At least I'm quiet when others are sleeping. They were talking at, like, full volume, and one of them's not a quiet speaker.

ANYWAY ON THAT LOVELY NOTE, it's time for bed. As I won't be at Costume Con all day tomorrow -- I suppose I'll read my book instead of go to the Historical Masquerade, even though Laura's mom is in it -- I can only assume it'll be better, if a little frantic and weird. OH WELL I GUESS WE WILL FIND OUT. :V

Sunday was, both easily and disappointingly, the best day of the convention. ... Remember when I said I wouldn't be at it? Yeah.

So we got up at six and were all dressed and out the door by a quarter after seven; Laura's mom took us into the city to Port Authority, which was very awesome of her. As it took about half the time we'd planned, Laura and I were able to stop for a few last-minute supplies and coffee.

When we got to the Garden, we had to wait a little while for Erica to show up, but then we were escorted to the performer's changing area. The BBG, in the morning, with all the blossoms just coming out smells amazing. There was even this really pretty so-pale-pink-it-was-almost-white tree.... *_* Anyway, we changed and ate, and since we were the first act on the stage, we had free run of it until right before the show. Everything was fine, only Erica had to be mindful of the short roof; there were beams running across that she could easily hit if she were to reach straight up, and we've got a bit of that in our dances.

We set up the camera, too, on a 45º-angle, since there was another pole right in the center front of the stage. :/ We got good video, but sometimes one of us is hidden behind another. I'm just taking that to mean our diagonal formations were just that perfect.

Not gonna lie, the show was amazing, and as soon as Laura gets those videos together -- maybe as soon as tomorrow, but we all definitely need today to rest and chill out -- then I will share them with you. We made our own intro, but we also got someone else to introduce us, it was so cool! We all made little slip-ups here and there, of course, we're not perfect, and we tend to space out on the easier dances (because they're easy!), but man, everything felt so good. We were able to chat with some of the fans during our intermissions (we'll have to let them know that that's not such a good idea next time, even if they're excited to talk to us, because we really do need that time to catch our breath!) and after the show. The best-received ones, I thought, were all the Hello! Project ones we did, surprise. I, personally, killed Jiriri and Forever Love, but I did well on some of the others, too.

As for the crowd, maybe it was because it was earlier in the day, or that the weather was gorgeous or that the blossoms were actually out this year so more people were in the park, but we had a crowd like never before. And they were interested! And there were lots of little kids! They wanted to take pictures with us after the show, and they were kind of excited but kind of shy and all-around adorable. Michele said we reminded her of Disney princesses, the way we were so popular with them.

After the show, there were tons of pictures and interviews, and all sorts of junk. I couldn't believe how much we'd really taken off and how much attention we were getting. Sure, we get some fans at the shows, but it was never like this before. It's always really cool to see and really overwhelming every time. @_@ But fun, too, not gonna lie! Oh my gosh, and someone drew pictures of us and had us sign them! WHAT.

Guillermo treated the three of us to lunch not long after, and I learned just how tough and rubbery octopus legs are (but they're delicious, so I suppose I'll let them slide). Before very long, we had to get back up again and head back for our dance panel. We managed to catch the very very very end of Mario's show -- we had no time to eat before, with all those people bombarding us! *hair flip* -- and even though he knew the person there was someone in the crowd with a sign that said "WE LOVE MARIO." Amazing.

I want a fan with a sign... XD WE *strawberry* ichiP!.

The dance panel didn't do quite as well as the show, but given the choice of which one failed, yeah, I'd pick that one in a heartbeat. The power kept dying when we were doing the instructional bits for some unknown reason, so we had no microphones, and it was ... well, it was. Annoying, but for the sound guy. I didn't care so much, but he was working so frantically to make it happen and it all kept dying on him. D: But we managed to push through because I'm loud. :D

Laura thinks she floundered while giving instruction, but she did fine just like she always does. The problem with teaching a dance we know so well is that it's become second nature to us. We don't think, we just know, and it's hard to slow it down into counts or whatever, and think while we're dancing. Though, speaking of thinking while I'm dancing, I was mirroring, and I don't know how I managed to get through the entire hour's panel with only one obvious slip-up. And it was at the end.

Still, the entire thing went well, and of course, most people walked away knowing the dance. Or at least, they were able to do it just then. XD We gathered round for some more pictures, more chit-chat -- there was a guy who cheered for all our Berryz Koubou shit because the lucky bastard was in Seattle last weekend. He said their show was indeed amazing; the three of us cried on the inside. We also met some Kago Ai fanboys, and Laura cried on the outside. XD -- final goodbyes, the ghost of Peter Tatara, and then Laura and I headed into the city with Nicole and Michele; Erica had left with her family.

Nothing special, we went to Go Go, and then Laura and I were on the bus back to Jersey. When we got to the hotel, we all collapsed in bed a little bit. Laura, her mom, and Susan, all went to the historical masquerade, and I climbed into bed with the Mets game on, thinking I would shut my eyes and wake up in an hour.

I was in bed at eight. I woke up at three. In the morning. It's Monday now. Oops. I kinda wanted to see the historical masquerade, but I guess I really was that tired!

But my battery's starting to get low, and I've pretty much gone over everything that's happened -- and I'll be home tomorrow! -- and it's four in the morning, so I'm gonna head back to sleep.

SakuMatsu '11: A+.

Monday wasn't so bad because it was short.

There was some last-minute schedule finagling so I only managed one panel, which was all right by me. And that was after breakfast in the consuite. I didn't eat much, but Laura and I each walked away with five boxes of tea. I'm gonna be awesome for quite some time.

So the panel was about color theory, and... it wasn't very good? I mean, the panelists seemed to know their stuff, but not so much. They brought a bunch of fabric samples with them, and draped them across the shoulders of different people to see who could wear which colors. On Laura, for example, they threw a pumpkiny
ort of yellow-orange on her and said it didn't look good, but this NEON SHIT looked fine. I thought it was the other way around, to be quite honest. They said the pumpkin orange had too much yellow in it because Laura's skin has a yellow tone (she does? Uh, okay). But when they put yellow fabric on her, they said it was okay. WAIT A SECOND, I thought you said yellow was bad for her! Yellow always has too much yellow in it! SHENANIGANS. And they kept putting reddish things on me and I know that looked horrible because I know I've got a red tone to my skin, btu they said it was fine. And then some other nonsense on how "you wouldn't think pink and green would go together" but you've only got to find the right shades of each. Get a deep rosy pink and a sagey green, and there you go. They're called complementary colors, for goodness' sake!

I had planned to leave at noon, but the historical costumes show-and-tell thing was going on, so Laura and I went to check that out. One of the acts that I missed in the historical masq was a husband-and-wife team wearing Cold War era uniforms, acting as though they were in a musical about the Cold War; their documentation was presented in playbill format ("It says something about Stalingrad." "You can read Russian? :O" "I can kinda read Cyrillic letters. Thanks, Esmeralda!" "XD Oh yeah."), and and AND, the wife wore the uniform of the U.S. Women's Army Corps, of which my mother was once a member, so that was a nice little special extra for me (Mom taught me some of her cadences when I was a kid. I remember them). Those two? They were so cool, I swear, I wanted to fangirl over them all weekend. THEY DID FIREFLY AND GHOSTBUSTERS ASDFGHJKL! Lots of neat things at the panel, but in the end, I was more interested in looking at the documentation, to see how that's supposed to be presented than the costumes (seen one, seen 'em all).

After that, though, I decided to go home. I got home in about 2 1/2 hours, and just kinda vegged out; I honestly don't remember doing much of anything.

Costume-Con '11: C- at best.

And today? I had over 100 students to code. Doesn't sound like much, but between the photocopying, the staple/tape removal, the cross-referencing, the collating, augh, it took all day! And I've got more to look forward to tomorrow, yay!

Caitlin's at the Mets game tonight. She informs me that it's tied at six, but I have no idea what inning it is, who's up, who's pitching, runners, outs, nothing. XD She has much to learn about reporting scores. :D In other sports, the Lightning have just won 4-3, going up three games to nil against Washington, woohoo! The Canucks are just underway in Nashville.

I'll post the notes from the panels and junk later this week; this post has gone on long enough. XD

Comments

[dokudel.livejournal.com]

Mind you one of the people who won an award costume was literally falling apart and was totally drunk off her ass back stage. :/

[omgimsuchadork.livejournal.com]

Which one? Was it that kitchen sink one? That's when I stopped taking that shit seriously.

Entire thing was such a damn joke. I should have stayed in the hotel room and watched TV.

[dokudel.livejournal.com]

Yeah the kitchen sink one was like... " *facepalm*" But it was the Zelda girl.

[omgimsuchadork.livejournal.com]

I kicked myself when I saw her entry. I could have wiped the floor with her. I mean, I don't let Zelda costumes go by without a TON of criticism to begin with, but... geez.

[sppandaaa.livejournal.com]

Bro it was so crowded at SM this year it was kinda ridiculous. Nonetheless I had an awesome time this year, but still people everywhere. I was like "Where can I sit?" lolz

Glad I was able to see you guys perform. I usually miss out on my bros performing, and somehow I got to see both you and Kerry. Guess it helps that I didn't have any panels to run or cosplays to switch into. XDDDDDDDD

[omgimsuchadork.livejournal.com]

I'm actually glad it was kinda crowded. That means the weather was good, so people wanted to be outside. And I cheer up like a motherfucker when the weather's good.

I'm happy you were able to make it! You totally surprised me. XD No stress means no stress! Nice to relax for a change.