This week’s Throw-Back has been submitted by community member Papa Monkey. A definite No-Take-Back. Thanks for submitting!
So I have never had a problem admitting that I’m a geek. In doing this, I made sure to set certain boundaries. Am I ever going to spend my evenings in some poorly lit basement playing Dungeons and Dragons? No. Do I have any desire to write poetry in Klingon? Never. Am I ever going to go to a sci-fi convention? Certainly not. THOSE are the people who need to get a life. Not me.
Things started to change. I had met the woman who would eventually be my wife and early on in our relationship she mentioned that she was being dragged to Dragoncon in downtown Atlanta by her sister who wanted to check out the art on display. My future wife certainly is not as geeky as me, so I couldn’t wait to hear horror stories about fat sweaty guys in stormtrooper costumes freaking out because there was a female in their presence. Here’s the kicker: she loved it. She told me that she and her sister were already planning on going back next year and I had to go with them.
Fast forward one year and there I was in Atlanta having no idea what to expect. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the sensory overload that I experienced. People of all ages were dressed as every character in popular culture that you could imagine and thousands more that you couldn’t.
Every character you could imagine.
