Conventions from the Eyes of a First Timer-Part 1

I got into town on Tuesday to pick up my badge. All I knew was that I was supposed to go to the convention center.

Fun fact: the Kansas City Convention Center is massive. There are multiple buildings, all connected. It takes roughly 800 steps (according to my Fitbit) to get from one side of ONE building to the other.

Of course, the moment I glimpsed the convention center I entered at the first door I saw–the one at the opposite end of the wrong building. It didn’t help that since the convention didn’t actually start until the next day, there was pretty much no one around.

After searching the bottom floor of side 1 and ruling out upstairs and building three due to immobile escalators, I began the trek to side two. When I reach the opposite end of the first half, I found a plump old man on a ladder painting the doorway.

The first person I’d seen inside the building.

“Excuse me, Sir. You don’t happen to know where I can pick up my Midamericon badge?”

He answered in his slow and pleasant drawl that no, he “didn’t know nothin’ ’bout that,” but that I could always try side 2.

I crossed under the bridge to the opposite side. There, I witnessed an older man with a cowboy hat, slate grey ponytail, and bifocals attempting to push a cart full of Harry Potter-worthy trunks up the ramp and through the doors.

I knew I was in the right place.

To be continued…