Originally posted at J2GAMES.COM
First a disclaimer: I am from the Corpus Christi area. Thus, my opinions are colored by the fact that I think Corpus Christi is a podunk town that only has only had one good thing come out of it, and that’s Whataburger. I went to Realms-Con to preach the gospel of First Storm Manga and also out of curiosity to see what kind of con they could throw, especially after experiencing the uber-goodness that was San Japan.
It started out well enough on Friday morning. First Storm Manga “Roadie” Javier and myself headed to the Holiday Inn Emerald Beach to set up shop. I had expected a big hassle getting our badges because of the fun times I had running back and forth between the Municipal Auditorium and the Holiday Inn during the start of San Japan (YES I’M STILL BITTER). The original plan was for us to use half of Chris’ table for FSM and the other half to sell his leftover stuff from San Japan.
First, we had to FIND the registration table. This was made even more fun by the lack of signage. As REAL men don’t ask for directions, we simply hung a left at the hotel’s front desk. Walking down a hall, we saw some tables, and at the end, we found one with a “First Storm Manga” sign on it. I was enthralled that we had our own dedicated table, but just a bit disappointed when I realized we had been placed at the ass end of the convention. The only thing nearby was the video game room, which wasn’t even open yet. My confidence would have been more inspired if it hadn’t been for the flickering fluorescent light over our table. Great, I thought, I’ll be drained AND blind by the time this is all over.
But hey, a table was a table, and it would be all ours.
We still needed our badges, and so we headed back the way we came to find the registration desk. As we walked around, we passed by Chris’ table, located right in front of the panel rooms in a high-traffic area. Wow, isn’t he Mr. Cool. We soon found the registration table OUTSIDE of the hotel. I would later learn that they were forced outside to avoid a long line of people inside the hotel, which made sense, but at the time I remember thinking who could have thought that was a good idea.
Now for the fun part: “Hi, I’m Eduardo Soliz from First Storm Manga, and I am here to pick up our badges so I can set up our table.” Now, technically, I was supposed to be under Chris’ table, but after seeing they had a table assigned to us, I logically reasoned that they would have badges set aside for us as well. As the registration-gal flipped through the packs, I saw one with Chris’ name on it, which I hoped meant he would have an extra badge for his guest. Much to my relief, I would later discover that was the case…once they figured out who he was, that is.
Badges around our necks, we headed back to the Reliant (my 2005 Dodge Neon) to get our wares and head over to our table “in the ghetto” as I would refer to it throughout the day.
Traffic was miserable at first, partially because of our location, partially because it was a school day, and partially because the video game room was running late getting set up. The sign at the door that originally said “Open at 12:00” was quickly edited to read “12:15” then “12:30” then “12:50” and then was taken down. We kept seeing the same people walk by over and over again as well as the occasional hotel guest walking to and from the pool. Luckily, traffic picked up around four, once school let out, and except for a quick run to Subway and a trip to the hospital to visit some folks, the day was pretty uneventful. We gave away almost all of our copies of Manga Madness, each with a copy of San Japanic! inside.
I kept wondering what was taking Chris so long, because he had told me he was going to be there at 3. He showed up much later, but by that time, the other tables were closing down, so I figured we would do so as well. We all rode in the Reliant to the two-story Whataburger By The Bay where we chowed down and discussed Saturday’s plans.
It was decided that we would move over to Chris’ table for the improved traffic, and so that we could peddle his wares (no free lunch and all that). The move would turn out great in one way, and not-so-great in another…