Quezovercoatl's Super Doki-Doki Love-Love Botcon 2000 Report
Monday, July 31st: The Long Way Home
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Monday was much like Thursday, only going in reverse. Thanks to the shifting weather patterns,
we spent much of the drive back to New Jersey in the deepening gloom, listening to Dr. Demento
tapes and other comedy. At least, I assume it was comedy. I think I heard a laugh track
somewhere.
Everyone was fairly tired and wibble by the time we hit our last refuelling stop. Fortunately,
I managed to stop most of our group's convulsions long enough to take this photo.
My companions and part-time back-up chorus for the Tri-State Botcon Roadtrip.
From left to right: Perceptor (TFWW), Picard42, Lithrael, Monocle, SwiftEagle, and Thylacine2000
(part-time superhero).
By the time we got to Pic's place, we were pretty much exhausted, so we only unloaded the
necessities from the van before going off to bed/shower.
I think I may have done some more live readings from the pages of Cosmopolitan magazine.
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Tuesday, August 1st: Epilogue
On Tuesday, we went to the nearest mall, and I had my first brush with Sephora (a wonderful
cosmetic megaboutique that had all the cosmetics I could possibly desire). Sadly, I was only
able to spend a few minutes in befuddled rapture before I realized that the gents wanted to
look at other stuff. Lithrael, meanwhile, was at the Swatch boutique having her watch looked at.
We then drove to a Toys R Us, investigated what was there, and dropped Monocle off at his home.
As the Prince of Darkness sadly took his leave of us, we comforted ourselves with the knowledge
that we'd be seeing him soon enough.
After everyone else was driven to Pic's place, Pic, Perc and I went to return the van... and
I spent quite some time panicked over how much it was costing me in Canadian dollars. Darn you,
exchange rate! Darn you to heck!
In any case, the charge went through, so apparently I wasn't quite over my credit card limit.
And in the end, isn't that what really counts?
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Afterthoughts
Looking back at Botcon as an entire experience,
I must say that it's a magical, wonderous place.
Sort of like a carnival or a fun fair, in fact.
Once you step into the wackiness that is Botcon, you become separated from normal time,
and normal codes of behavior.
You are exposed to the sublime, such as Actionmaster Predaking... and the terrifying, such as
Buster Darkwing's pointy elf shoes. And yes, you are even exposed to the really, really ugly,
such as the various people who managed to disprove the old maxim that "the only dumb questions
are the ones you never asked".
As it turns out, "How do I get into voice acting?" "When will we get a Headmistress
Arcee?" "What would Squawktalk sound like?" and "Why were there no schedules in my registration
package?" can be equally dumb questions, should they be asked under the right (or wrong)
circumstances.
Like any travelling amusement park, Botcon has its thrills and chills, its rollercoasters and
freakshows. It has seemingly impossible games for tantalizing prizes, and it is a worldly fair
of vanities, of material goods available for a price. But as you wander the halls of Botcon,
you must remember this:
To every carnival must come an end.
And please don't feed the wild animals.
Fin
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