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.
The funny thing about Momocon is that it’s held at the Downtown Hilton AKA “The Third Hotel during Dragon*Cons.” Yet despite the fact that zero Momocon programming takes place at the adjoined Marriott Marquis, people still wander off into the Marriott, almost like out of habit, since that’s the primary hotel that most Dragon*Con programming takes place. It’s no more prevalent than in the evening drinking time, when the Marriott’s Pulse bar becomes the place to drink, instead of either of the two places to pick up booze at the Hilton. The lounge area fills up like I’m used to seeing, but surrounding the rest of the area, instead of a massive clusterfuck of people, it’s just empty and quiet. It’s like a weird situation of deja vu and oddity.
The appropriate analogy would be comparing it to Marvel Comics’ Decimation storyline, where the Scarlet Witch alters reality, and essentially wipes out 90% of the Mutant population. It’s like the Marriott during Momocon is the post-Scarlet Witch reality, with the remaining 10% of it all hanging out at the bar, drinking.
