You guys seem eager to hear about Anime Boston. A surprisingly monumental number of people (~6-8) have actually commented on the blog's pause. So here we go.
Thursday May 23rd, 2013
Normal work day. It's honestly been too long for me to remember specifics. I probably played ping pong with Matt or Giles (not Ryan - that kid is too good for me dammit), but other than that all I remember is being very excited to go get my ANIME BOSTON BADGE!!!
For those of you who don't know anything about anime conventions (the majority of my supposed 'readers'), 9 times out of 10, you need a 'badge' to get into the convention. This badge is like your ticket. Think of it like a pass to Cedar Point. A neon green bracelet you wear to prove that you paid to get in to laser tag.
Yes, you have to pay to get into anime conventions. Yes, it's a hefty amount. I shelled out $55 for a weekend pass to AB (Anime Boston). And that's just to walk into the front door. If you buy a 2-day pass at the convention, you'll have to fork over $60 (eh, not that much more. But we're entering a whole 'nother deca (??) here).
And a badge is LITERALLY a printed slip of paper with your name on it - with a shiny sticker on it - that you hang around your neck. Or as the form was formatted for AB, "Name (as written on ID), Handle (name you want on your badge)" -- that's for people who want to be called "neko" or "dark lord-sama" or some shit. I'm just Lulu, jesus.
I left at 8:00 PM on the dot to catch Bus 1 to the Hynes Convention Center, where AB was being held. I'm sitting on the bus and I'm jittery. I'm so excited. I'm looking at my clothes, wondering if I look weird enough to be picking up a badge for an anime convention. I'm not, but that's okay because I'm so happy. All I have is a loose Hello Kitty top on. Good enough. I get off the bus and I make my way to the center. The closer I get to Hynes, the higher the saturation of WEIRD ASS PEOPLE is. My heart is beating faster and faster, I'm muttering things like "oh my god oh geez" as I approach the front doors. And when I enter, the lobby is filled with cosplayers and chubby nerds and normal people with purple and pink wigs on. I see the most color I've seen in a crowd of people in a while and I practically JUMP out of my skin in excitement.
I walk up to the Pre-Reg counter and I start getting my ID out. The girl behind the counter goes, "Oh my god I love your Hello Kitty shirt!!! I wish I could have it!"
I'm at home.
After getting my badge, I started looking through the guidebook for events and panels and shows and things like that. Nothing was happening on Thursday, so I hopped on the green line back home.
And then missed my stop. Of course.
I sat down on the train next to an Indian guy talking on his phone and started flipping through the guidebook (this thing is thick. Lots to read. Lots to plan.). As I'm looking at the schedule, the guy next to me finishes his phone call and looks over.
Him: "Is that the schedule for Memorial weekend?"
Me: "Hm? Oh, no, this is, heh, the schedule for Anime Boston."
Him: "Anime!"
Me: "Yeah, it's an anime convention happening starting tomorrow through the weekend."
I'm thoroughly embarrassed. Anime is a bit embarrassing. Regular non-anime-fan Americans usually don't get it and think it's all about the tentacle porn (NOT ANIME) and superpowered pink-haired girls (some anime).
Anyways, I started chatting with this guy. His name was Pamelov or Palemov or Pavelom or something. And he told me about the beaches around Boston and how he's been in Boston for 5 years and there are good restaurants near his stop on the green line and... "Did I miss my stop? I was supposed to get off at Kenmore." "Yep."
So I got off with him at his stop and he pointed me towards the 57 bus I was supposed to get on down the street.
As I made my way down the street, a sketch older man says, "Miss! Excuse me, miss!" Being the naive, distinctly not city girl I am, I stopped and gave him my brief attention.
Him: "Miss, when I saw you -- you really broke my heart. You - You just broke my heart --"
Me: *interrupting him* "Excuse me, I have to go."
I quickly turned and fast-walked to the bus stop. Well, that was terrifying. As I waited patiently at the correct bus stop, I saw a bus on the opposite side of the street with the bus information that I was looking for -- Correct direction, correct number -- Gee, I said to myself. That Indian guy who has lived here for 5 years might have pointed me in the wrong direction. I should get on this bus!!
I dashed across the street and just made it onto the wrong. bus. I didn't know this at first, so I sat down and waited three stops before I walked up to the bus driver and asked:
Me: "Is this bus going towards Brighton?"
Bus driver: "No."
Oh yeah, and my phone was completely dead. So I got off at the next stop and walked across the road, waited about 20 minutes, and finally got on the correct bus that took me basically to my doorstep. Geez oh wheeze.
And even after all that -- even after ALL OF THAT -- all I could think about was anime. So I made a bowl of ramen, pulled out the AB guidebook and its three 13"x17" pages of schedules, and made THIS BEAUTIFUL SCHEDULE.
Now just wait until you hear about the actual convention and not just the process of getting the goddamn badge.
Thursday May 23rd, 2013
Normal work day. It's honestly been too long for me to remember specifics. I probably played ping pong with Matt or Giles (not Ryan - that kid is too good for me dammit), but other than that all I remember is being very excited to go get my ANIME BOSTON BADGE!!!
For those of you who don't know anything about anime conventions (the majority of my supposed 'readers'), 9 times out of 10, you need a 'badge' to get into the convention. This badge is like your ticket. Think of it like a pass to Cedar Point. A neon green bracelet you wear to prove that you paid to get in to laser tag.
Yes, you have to pay to get into anime conventions. Yes, it's a hefty amount. I shelled out $55 for a weekend pass to AB (Anime Boston). And that's just to walk into the front door. If you buy a 2-day pass at the convention, you'll have to fork over $60 (eh, not that much more. But we're entering a whole 'nother deca (??) here).
And a badge is LITERALLY a printed slip of paper with your name on it - with a shiny sticker on it - that you hang around your neck. Or as the form was formatted for AB, "Name (as written on ID), Handle (name you want on your badge)" -- that's for people who want to be called "neko" or "dark lord-sama" or some shit. I'm just Lulu, jesus.
I left at 8:00 PM on the dot to catch Bus 1 to the Hynes Convention Center, where AB was being held. I'm sitting on the bus and I'm jittery. I'm so excited. I'm looking at my clothes, wondering if I look weird enough to be picking up a badge for an anime convention. I'm not, but that's okay because I'm so happy. All I have is a loose Hello Kitty top on. Good enough. I get off the bus and I make my way to the center. The closer I get to Hynes, the higher the saturation of WEIRD ASS PEOPLE is. My heart is beating faster and faster, I'm muttering things like "oh my god oh geez" as I approach the front doors. And when I enter, the lobby is filled with cosplayers and chubby nerds and normal people with purple and pink wigs on. I see the most color I've seen in a crowd of people in a while and I practically JUMP out of my skin in excitement.
I walk up to the Pre-Reg counter and I start getting my ID out. The girl behind the counter goes, "Oh my god I love your Hello Kitty shirt!!! I wish I could have it!"
I'm at home.
After getting my badge, I started looking through the guidebook for events and panels and shows and things like that. Nothing was happening on Thursday, so I hopped on the green line back home.
And then missed my stop. Of course.
I sat down on the train next to an Indian guy talking on his phone and started flipping through the guidebook (this thing is thick. Lots to read. Lots to plan.). As I'm looking at the schedule, the guy next to me finishes his phone call and looks over.
Him: "Is that the schedule for Memorial weekend?"
Me: "Hm? Oh, no, this is, heh, the schedule for Anime Boston."
Him: "Anime!"
Me: "Yeah, it's an anime convention happening starting tomorrow through the weekend."
I'm thoroughly embarrassed. Anime is a bit embarrassing. Regular non-anime-fan Americans usually don't get it and think it's all about the tentacle porn (NOT ANIME) and superpowered pink-haired girls (some anime).
Anyways, I started chatting with this guy. His name was Pamelov or Palemov or Pavelom or something. And he told me about the beaches around Boston and how he's been in Boston for 5 years and there are good restaurants near his stop on the green line and... "Did I miss my stop? I was supposed to get off at Kenmore." "Yep."
So I got off with him at his stop and he pointed me towards the 57 bus I was supposed to get on down the street.
As I made my way down the street, a sketch older man says, "Miss! Excuse me, miss!" Being the naive, distinctly not city girl I am, I stopped and gave him my brief attention.
Him: "Miss, when I saw you -- you really broke my heart. You - You just broke my heart --"
Me: *interrupting him* "Excuse me, I have to go."
I quickly turned and fast-walked to the bus stop. Well, that was terrifying. As I waited patiently at the correct bus stop, I saw a bus on the opposite side of the street with the bus information that I was looking for -- Correct direction, correct number -- Gee, I said to myself. That Indian guy who has lived here for 5 years might have pointed me in the wrong direction. I should get on this bus!!
I dashed across the street and just made it onto the wrong. bus. I didn't know this at first, so I sat down and waited three stops before I walked up to the bus driver and asked:
Me: "Is this bus going towards Brighton?"
Bus driver: "No."
Oh yeah, and my phone was completely dead. So I got off at the next stop and walked across the road, waited about 20 minutes, and finally got on the correct bus that took me basically to my doorstep. Geez oh wheeze.
And even after all that -- even after ALL OF THAT -- all I could think about was anime. So I made a bowl of ramen, pulled out the AB guidebook and its three 13"x17" pages of schedules, and made THIS BEAUTIFUL SCHEDULE.
Now just wait until you hear about the actual convention and not just the process of getting the goddamn badge.











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