Ah, Dragon*Con: that magic time in September when 50,000 of my closest friends get together to transform four hotels in Atlanta into a gateway to another world.
Dragon*Con has some of the best costumes you’ll see this side of an Anime convention – much better than what you’ll find at the much larger San Diego Comicon. Practically everyone is dressed up and some of them are amazing.
Another real draw is the fantastic variety of panels. There are literally dozens of tracks at Dragon*Con and programming goes on until 11:30 pm or later – and there are often social events until 2 and 3 in the morning.
After the panels it’s fun to just peoplewatch; you can do it for hours.
Women dressed up get quite a bit of attention – though sometimes, as in this case, they seem more surprised to have people taking their picture than you’d expect for all the effort they’ve put into their costumes.
Another piece of the fun is the sheer variety of fans. You see of course people pulling off Cylons … somewhat less impressive with the helmets off…
You see costumes that mean something only to the viewer, as in this Dakota Frost lookalike…
The ubiquitous Jedi, in this case posing for a photo taken by a Sith …
… and then finally sheer randomness by simply creative people.
Fans love taking pictures of fans – it was quite interesting sitting with a Sith shutterbug, watching him take pictures of passing Poison Ivys and Slave Leias.
But then some people wanted to take pictures of him … and then, bizarrely, two women wanted to have their pictures taken fellating his lightsabers. Utterly weird, and a great source of amusement to us and the other people at our table.
But ultimately that’s the fun of Dragon*Con: not just seeing Jedi taking pictures of Sith, but running into old friends dressed as Jedi taking pictures of old friends dressed as Sith. Because in the end its the friendships that make Dragon*Con more than just a fan playground or a party: it’s a family.
From the Dragon*Con Convention floor(1), this is your Centaur reporting. Good night, and good luck.
-the Centaur
(1) Technically, sent from my hotel room because connectivity on the con floor was too poor.
