OYAKATA-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I was going to make this post three weeks ago, but I'm lazy. :V Anyway, details are a bit hazy, so I'll just muster whatever I can for now.

Day 1:

• Met up with some friends, and, naturally, I brought my vuvuzela along.
• We decided to attend the opening ceremony and kill time until the Dealer's Hall opened up.
• Apparently, they had security guards at the entrance, and they wouldn't let me because I had a dull souvenir knife on me, so I just hid it somewhere. Wasted a good five minutes trying to negotiate with them.
• Ceremony was boring. It was just them introducing the guests of honor that decided to show up.
• Danny Choo showed up in some storm trooper suit and started dancing. He may be a jackass and a thief, but he is pretty good at dancing. I have to admit that.
• Nabeshin was wearing some shades with these flashing lights on them. They were pretty distracting.
• Also, there was some announcement about the mayor showing up to visit the place, but I never saw him.
• On our way to the Dealer's Hall, I somehow seperated from my friends, but I found another friend standing in front of line, since 6AM, apparently, to the Hall, so I decided to wait with him, until the Hall opened up.
• I saw some idiots in meme-related costumes with a boombox, playing some song from some Youtube video. I blew my vuvuzela at them, but it only seemed to encourage them, so I stopped.
• When we got into the Dealer's Hall, I went over to the Funimation booth and grabbed whatever free shit they had, and proceeded to not buy anything from them.
• I bought a Tekkaman Blade and a Giant Robo boxset from this one booth, and I managed to get a discount from them.
• I lent my camera to one of my friends before we split, and when we met back up, I noticed that he got a picture with Danny Choo, like a jackass.
• Saw some other people with vuvuzelas around. Whenever I saw or heard someone else with a vuvuzela, I blew mine at him/her, and the other person would blow back, and we'd do this back and forth. Everyone around us would watch in terror.
• At one point, I saw a black girl with one, and the usual happened. She somehow managed to blow her vuvuzela in a way that it sounds like a saxaphone. Funny shit.
• There was some guy in a giant Prinny suit, so I blew my vuvuzela at him, and he awkwardly tried to knock it out of my hands with the fins attached to the suit.
• There was also some singing going in one place, so I blew my vuvuzela whenever I walked past. Lots of angry stares.
• My friend anticipated that a ripple effect would occur, due to the few people who brought vuvuzelas, which would lead others to bring in vuvuzelas of their own.

Day 2:

• He was right. More people started bringing in vuvuzelas, and some of the vendors managed to procure some neon-colored vuvuzelas of their own, and sold them at $10 for each vuvuzela, even though you can just drive around a bit and find a Mexican on the street selling them for less than half the price.
• So there were white people everywhere, thinking that they were cool, because they have neon-colored vuvuzelas, so I laughed at them, with my red vuvuzela, which is 3x LOUDER by the way.
• The first few hours of the convention was terrible, because they couldn't figure out how to get them to work. It was a pathetic sight. Even the vendors, who were selling them, couldn't get it right.
• A few hours later, they finally figured it out and you could hear the wonderful humming of the vuvuzela, reverberating throughout the entire convention.
• IT WAS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.

Day 3:

• Saw some guy cosplaying as Shingen Takeda, THE MOTHERFUCKING TIGER OF KAI. I held back all urges to scream OYAKATA-SAMAAAA as I photographed him.
• More vuvuzelas going around. 'Twas great.
• A few people were playing jazz music outside, and these metalheads were next to them, playing their vuvuzelas. It was a beautiful sight. I was so entranced that I forgot to take a picture until they stopped and went away.
• I followed my friend into some panel about bishojo games. He really seemed to enjoy himself there. I didn't, though.
• At one point, some singing started, and a bunch of these people started dancing in front of them with glowsticks.
• I saw a black guy in there and thought it was funny, so I started filming. One of the people working there stopped me, though. Cockblocker.

Day 4:

• Saw a little girl cosplay as Maria Ushiromiya. Got a picture of her. uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
• I think that was the high point of my day, sadly.
• Got a picture of a Rufus Shinra cosplayer in a wheelchair. I tried to ask if he was really crippled or if it was a prop, but he cut me off before I could start and said, "Yes". I couldn't help but laugh as he wheeled himself away in anger.
• Bumped into some people from Myanimelist.
• Ranivus apparently spent hundreds on K-On! merchandise, including a Mio clock, like a fag. THAT'S RIGHT, RANI. YOU'RE A FUCKING FAG FOR BUYING THAT MIO CLOCK.
• Then we hung out or w/e, and then I left, because I was tired.

Aftermath:

• Apparently, some unbelievers working at Otakon, attending Anime Expo, have failed to enjoy the harmonious melody of the vuvuzela, and decided to ban it from Otakon. Assholes.

Also, I have a last.fm account now, in case anyone cares about what music I listen to(lol). Actually, I had it for a while, but I couldn't be assed to figure out how to work it until now. :V