I can’t wrap up my DragonCon coverage without acknowledging this: As crazy as the convention was during the day, it became downright insane at night. I’m sure the booze had something to do with it. I, myself, may have partaken in a few drinks — I’ve been calling them Buckets O’ Rum, though their proper names were Zombie Buckets.
It was definitely after midnight when I met the guys whose costumes consisted solely of plastic fans. There weren’t many celebrities mingling with the masses, but the few I saw were only out at night. Namely, Tom Felton from Harry Potter and Wil Wheaton from Star Trek: TNG… Let me tell you, I have never seen anyone get so excited about seeing Inspector Gadget.I took personal enjoyment in all the leather and metal-clad dudes… not that they weren’t around during the daytime… I think I just inserted myself in their path more at night. I guess that says more about me than them.
It was something that any sci-fi or fantasy fan should experience at least once. The crush of the crowd, the skimpy costumes, and flashes of flesh (not to mention the free-flowing liquor) reminded me a lot of Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras. But instead of shit-faced frat boys and boob-baring co-eds , the revelers were Battlestar Galactica fans and boob-baring zombies. And at least at Dragon Con, there were clean bathrooms.Party-on my geeky friends… I may be getting too old for this.