Let me start by admitting failure that I have never been to a Comic Con, despite my major fascination with the whole concept. I love fandoms. I love dressing up. I love meeting other people who become as obsessed with stories as I do. So, why haven’t I flown my geek flag proudly and attended a convention before? Well, I suppose didn’t have anyone to go with!
This year, my sister suggested we hit up the Motor City Comic Con this year because she’s finally admitting that deep down she is also a geek and she’s pretty damned proud that her thirteen-year-old son is a geek, too. I’m pretty glad I can reach him on the Star Wars level. So, we’re going this year and I can’t wait. Unfortunately, my sewing skills are severely lacking as greatly as my creativity… so while I won’t have a fancy costume (Companion Cube, maybe?) I will most likely be donning some Who-wear and Converse (I’m a tenth doctor fan, what can I say?).
George and Katie will likely be joining in this joyous occasion, too. Keith, unfortunately for us, no longer lives in the mitten state and though we tease him, we don’t expect him to fly in for this. He’ll be there in spirit and we’ll eat some tacos in his honor.
We’re not sure which day we’ll end up there, yet. I’m pushing for Saturday. We’ll let you know via news post and social media just in case you want to stop by the taco stand and say hi.