Comicon is always an electrifying weekend in Seattle. Despite some slight hiccups and a horribly awkward ending to John Barrowman's panel that left me feeling as I do when watching really horrible singers on American Idol. The vibe at this show is always enough to make any shortcomings at the con... and life... that much better. This leads to another reason this convention will forever be memorable to me. On Saturday, I got a call from my parents that my dog wasn't doing too well. He's been sick for a while but his health took a dramatic turn for the worse that weekend. We decided to put him to rest that Sunday, so I went home to spend one last night with my dog before saying goodbye. I spent 17 of my 32 years with him, and those were the best 17 years of my life. So after saying my tearful goodbyes, I went to the one place I knew I could feel the most support. After posting it on Facebook, mostly to explain why I left the con early Saturday night... come Sunday morning I was met with hugs and support from all my friends in this scene, and I couldn't be more more thankful.

I guess the one takeaway I can say about this con; despite all the awesome sights and amazing guests... my highlight has to be the people I spent it with, and when it comes down to it... isn't that was Comicon's about? The people, those you spend it with... new friends and old friends... they are what make Comicon great... and even if I begin to grow tired of this show (which is highly unlikely) the people, my people, will keep me coming back.