It was 2013 when I first ventured onto the floor of the San Diego Comic-Con International. Hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, a veritable Comic-Con veteran I'd been dating for a year, my eyes widened as the aisles came into view. My boyfriend put his arm around me, leaned in, and pointed all the way down past where I could see.
"Look," he whispered. "It goes all the way back." Comic-Con truly is heaven for geeks -- and being with my SO at my first one was the cherry on top of an already astounding, weekend-long sundae.
That doesn't mean preparations didn't need to be taken; certain protocols followed. And I'm not just talking about packing a suitcase full of sweet cosplay gear. I'm talking about preparing for anything and everything: blistered feet, fatigue, sweaty bodies (not just yours!), and the overwhelming, never-ending presence of humongous crowds.