I know it’s a bit late for a recap, but I’m only just now getting a handle on returning to my day to day life.

I have a complicated relationship with Comic Con. San Diego Comic Con is only four and a half days. Four and a half days that seems to last a lifetime until it’s over, when it feels like it passed all too soon. When it’s over, I’m left feeling emotionally and physically exhausted, while simultaneously regretting that it’s all over.

For the last two years I’ve been at an exhibitors booth, and for the two years prior to that, I assisted in Artist Alley. I haven’t been to a panel in years, and I rarely get an opportunity to actually walk the floor and see the show. When the show closes for the night, we stay out drinking until the wee hours of the morning. When the show opens, we have to be there half an hour early to set up. If I’m lucky, I’ll get a total of a full nights sleep spread over the five days.

In this image we are probably not drunk

In this image we are probably not drunk

At some level, I’m not sure why I still go.

At another level, a level that I understand almost instinctively, I know I will continue to go. I will continue to complain of the aches in my back and knees, the long nights and early mornings, the sometimes irritating but often delightful fans, and I’ll do it for a simple reason.

The people.

Buy her cat book!

Buy her cat book!

See that lady? That’s Katie Cooke. She’s awesome, in just about every way. I met her at Comic Con five or six years ago I think, in a round about way so ridiculously coincidental and improbably that it sounds like fiction.

Every year I meet people, both fans and pros, who are exceptional. Not just exceptional artists or writers, although those exist in spades, but simply exceptional people. People I want to spend time with. People who I count as friends, and family.

Also, there’s hot girls dressed up in skimpy costumes.

Yowhza

Yowhza

That’s cool too.

See you next year in San Diego.