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16 May 2004 @ 10:42 pm
The world's shortest con report  
Easy 3-hour drive + 1 1/2-hour plane trip > 12-hour drive. By a long shot. As a bonus, our flight to O'Hare was delayed an hour, which gave me time to pick up some nice capri pants on sale at the Gap in the Pittsburgh airport. Yay.

All in all, I easily spent 100 hours on my costume. I was up until 4 on Friday night trying to get as much as possible done. It still wasn't quite complete...and to make matters worse, that horn and headband that I put so much work into could not be worn because the fabric didn't support the horn after all. I decided that I had busted my ass way too much to get the costume as finished as possible, it looked finished enough, and I was going to wear it anyway. If someone bitched at me because of my lack of horn, I'd kick them in the balls. If they didn't have balls, I'd staple some on and kick them. So I got everything on, did my sort of ghetto Rikku hair (high ponytail + hunk of Kanekalon with 6 small braids and a loose chunk + a bunch of bobby pins = something that looked Rikku-ish and sort of wild and natural and was easily accomplished with my very limited hairstyling skills), and went out to have fun.

To get to that point, I'd spent at least a couple hundred bucks (not including the price of my new sewing machine) and had next to no free time for the past month and a half. As a bonus, the clear platform heels I was wearing for the "standing on toes and protecting Lycra socks at the same time" effect wreaked hell on my feet and legs. My feet started hurting, which I could deal with, but for some reason, I stopped being able to stand up straight in them, so my calves were twisting and I could do little more than hobble. If you saw me staggering around, I really wasn't trying to get sympathy. Really. I seriously couldn't walk any faster than that. After the 4 p.m. Bemani fan panel, I staggered up to the communal friends' hotel room, showered, changed, and passed out for a while. Oh yeah, and I stepped on one of my foot claws, and it broke. Blergh.

So was that all worth it?

But of course.

Other than the foot issue, the costume was quite easy to wear, and I got an insane amount of compliments on it. (I even got a couple of catcalls and a marriage proposal from a Mai Shiranui with huge...tracts of land.) People were really impressed with my work, which made me feel incredibly proud of myself. Now I just have to make a how-to writeup for my cosplay site, which might wind up being broken into several articles because this costume involved several distinct techniques, including propmaking, and the explanations for each might get pretty long and involved. We're also working on uploading our pictures, too.

I had a blast hanging out with people. I got to meet a friend from the cosplay.com boards and her boyfriend (both of whom came to an authentic Japanese restaurant with us on Friday weeeeee) and some of my cosplay idols - Erika Door (queen of gradient dyeing, who even gave me a quick 'n dirty explanation of her technique), Julia a.k.a. Jia Crens (Berserker Yuna extraordinaire), and ChibiRydia (well, I didn't idolize her work before the con because I'd never seen it, but I do now - her Amano Rydia was incredible, and she'd also made some gorgeous FFIV costumes for her friends). Little Star wore her mindblowingly accurate Berserker Paine costume, but I missed it because I was passed out. At least Ernie got a picture. I wished I would have had a chance to do an "I'm not worthy!" in person, though. (For the record, she deserves the credit for my pauldron technique because she used the same method to make hers and was nice enough to explain it to me when I asked.)

Oh, and Amy was w00t and transported most of my stuff to the con for me. When we dropped off the Box o' Berserker Goodness on Wednesday night, we got to meet her 7 cats (Donut, Socrates, Calvin, Hobbes, Eva, Harriet, and Twinkie) and see the amazing room that her dad set up for them. It's an enclosed porch with a sisal-wrapped tree branch and staggered shelves that lead up to crisscrossed rafters where the cats can perch. There's also a manger outside for strays. I heart cat people. ^_^


OK...so maybe that wasn't exactly a short con report...but hopefully it was interesting. Sort of, at least. We got a ton of pictures, and I'll put up the link once they're uploaded.

Free time...what's that? *deflates* Wow. Now I finally have time to goof off on AIM...and play Sanitarium...and finish FFX-2...and put the patch filler stuff in the bare spots in the front yard...and start planning my Zhang He outfit. I'm definitely fiberglassing those weapons. At least I have an entire year to finish it this time...
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bllm on May 16th, 2004 09:29 pm (UTC)
Woo-hoo, welcome to C-town. Hopefully that will be the last time I refer to it as such. Best city evar.

Zheng He outfit? I never knew the fans of the old Chinese explorer where THAT hardcore...
The Heavy Metal Matador: frylockrydain on May 16th, 2004 09:45 pm (UTC)
We didn't get to see much of Chicago, but it was fun. ^_^

I'm doing one of Zhang He's outfits from the Dynasty Warriors games, which are based on Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I don't know much about Zhang He in the novel (or any real person or people that the character was based from), but in the game, he reminds me of Vega from Street Fighter - vain, sort of effeminate, wielding monstrous claws. A bunch of my friends are also Dynasty Warriors fans, so we want to do a group cosplay next year. I've always wanted to crossplay and Zhang He is my favorite character, so there ya go. I'll just have to either pick an outfit that covers my chest or find a really seamless flesh-colored leotard. o_O
Scottycyricz on May 16th, 2004 09:50 pm (UTC)
I was gonna say...
'Cause he generally runs around shirtless...

If I were to ever cross-play, I'd go as Excel Excel. *nods*
lemonica on May 17th, 2004 08:07 am (UTC)
he's actually zonker cheese, not socrates. though i am very amused!

and i repeat: if i liked girls, i'd hit on you. your costume kicked ass!