So here's my one post of dissatisfaction for the Chicago Con--the Dessert Party.
It started late because of the delay in autographs. But that by itself was no big deal. Creation was overall doing very good with keeping things on schedule.
We went down to this long, narrow, low-ceilinged room. We packed in ... what about 400 people? Felt like that many anyway. 10 to a table.
This was to be the same room and set up for the Breakfast in the morning. We weren't overall pleased with the set up because some of the tables were tucked way back in the far corner in such a way that you would basically see the boys backs during the Breakfast.
Then they announced that the Breakfast would be first-come, first-served and they would not prevent people from camping out overnight.
They did give a curfew in LA--we could not start lining up before 7 am. Sure some people broke that rule--but not too many. And it sure bet out being up all night after little sleep the night before and looking at taking photos and meeting the boys and looking like Frankenstien's Monster!
They are starting to sign up folks for assigned Breakfast seats with the next Chicago Con, but they gave some kind of excuse that since they advertised first come first serve when they sold the current Chicago Con and the next LA Con, they couldn't prevent anyone from camping out.
I, and many others, were SO NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS.
And then the DJ started. Yes, I said DJ. In that small, small room they had a DJ playing loud music. I swear I could not even hear the person next to me talk. And I was expected to hear the guests when they came around to the tables?
Yeah I was tired. But I was tired last year too and didn't get PO'd about any snafus.
But this was seriously starting to annoy me a lot.
Jason came by our table. I couldn't hear him. Then we waited for a long time. The other guests, Sam, Chad, Richard, Malik, Gabe were all making the rounds--but somehow they always seemed to miss our table.
Then someone fainted. I guess she had become dehydrated or something. To me it was just a symbol of how overwhelming bad this dessert party was going.
Finally I told fickleone
I was going to check out those lousy tables to see just how bad they were. Because I didn't want to stay up all night and if I could stand those tables then I wouldn't have to. She came with me to check them out. They weren't really THAT bad--at least not bad enough to stay up all night or even get up at 4am to avoid them.
So I told fickleone
and my table I was leaving--I'd had enough. A short time later the room was cleared so that the girl who'd fainted could be treated and transported. I understand everyone was let back in later.fickleone
and I agreed to get up at 5 am and go down to the line at 5:30 am. The doors opened at 8:45 am. I was still not happy, but I'd survive.
It turned out that our position in the waiting line was on the stairway--so we had a pretty good spot to sit and chat with other fans. So that worked out well.
And we were about 50-100 people back in line and we ended up with a pretty good table.
Breakfast photos to come.