Yeah so, the Spartan Race and Momocon were on the same day. I didn’t have much idea to just how long the Spartan Race was going to take, and I had difficult tearing myself away from the spectator section of the finish line to watch people get pummeled by the two gladiators. Needless to say, the Spartan Race consumed more of the day than I had thought it would, and by the time I cleaned up and made my way back to downtown Atlanta for Momocon, most of the day was gone. But it was all good.
Typically, anime conventions don’t really interest me these days, because they’re just a reminder of just how old as fuck I am, and I think that most of the kids that go to them are also fucking retards. But this one’s right in my backyard, and I knew that there would be a few people I’d be interested in seeing, so I decided to give it a whirl. It was a good choice, even if I took like, barely any photos.
Sure, Momocon succeeded in reminding me of how old I am, but more importantly in spite of how little time I actually spent there, it was well spent catching up with my boy Orrie, whom I’ve known for just about almost 15 years now, but haven’t really seen in ages.