Dallas Comic Con. 

Dallas Comic Con. 

Dallas Comic Con.

Dallas Comic Con. 

Dallas Comic Con. 

Dallas Comic Con. 

Dallas Comic Con. 

Dallas Comic Con. 

Since I was a kid I’ve ALWAYS wanted to go to a Comic Con. I used to pick up Wizard magazine and see how cool those things always looked, but they were always so far away from me in New York or San Diego, so I chalked it up to something I would never get to do. Then I got older and could afford plane tickets to NY or San Diego, but my love affair with comic books had since waned…

Maybe “waned” isn’t the right word, too many other “adult things” took up the time I could afford to dedicate to comics is a more accurate description. But last year when I found out Dallas had a Comic Con, I told myself, I’m going no matter the cost. And I wasn’t disappointed. This thing was EVERYTHING I was hoping it would be. It’s rare that something you’ve held in such high regard for so long lives up to the hype, and this absolutely did.

What makes things even better is that I’m with a woman that enjoys this stuff more than me. Sam is awesome. When I approached her with the idea of going, she said yes before I could finish the question. Not only that, she decided then and there she was going as Storm. She completely made her costume, and she’s a stickler for details. Let’s just say, she WAS Storm.  So much so before we set foot in the building she was stopped to take photos more than 20 times. It was at that point we realized this was pretty much how the day was going to go. During our entire time there we were stopped for photos no less than 800 times. And each time we stopped 5-10 other people asked if they too could get a picture. It was the closest I’ve ever been to feeling like a REAL celebrity. I could get used to that.  

Here are the pictures from our experience.

I’m actually considering going back today. We’ll see what my bank account and that unGODly line says about that though.