Living hundreds of miles away from the East Coast, flying is my preferred mode of transportation for Otakon. Travel time, four short hours, is a non-issue to me. Alas, I was forced to succumbed to Southwest Airlines, being the cheapest game in town. And let’s just say, we did not bond. At all. If you followed my twitterings during the past few days, undisguised rage was evident. But as soon as I stepped out of the airport, annoyance was replaced with school girl glee. Fangirl mode initialized.
Since I arrived well before the otaku onslaught on Thursday before noon, I had the chance relax before meeting up with my primary con-buddy this year, the awesomely hilarious Anna.