June 18 came faster than I thought it would, yet not fast enough. It was the first day of Indy Popcon, a con I had never attended before, and Nichelle and I drove down to Indianapolis for the weekend. In the car on the way to the hall dressed at Batgirl, my stomach was doing that fun thing where it feels like I either ate something awful, or I was starving. I knew I wasn't starving, as evidenced by the half-empty bag of chocolate animal crackers resting in the car by my hip, but I decided to eat more just for good measure.
Conventions always made me nervous for some reason. For this con, I knew why.
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