So this is the story of how I got a lot of exercise. I'm a bit numb, so this is not going to be the Shakespearean writing you've become accustomed to.

The night before, when I was getting a bit drowsy, I decided to make a couple fake mustaches to wear to the con because Spike But my dad was all like, "Don't do that, you'll look stupid and ridiculous" or something like that, but I put it on anyway because he doesn't own me and I am a young adult.

So we woke up early an set out to beat the long lines for registration (we managed to do so before it got bad). Met Shining Armor in line, got caught in a group discussing the awesomeness of the Captain America movie, got some compliments on the stache (shut up, Dad).

The opening ceremony was pretty sweet, what with the Octavia and the Vinyl. If DHX ever gets around to throwing those characters a line or two and these people are not the official voices, I will be sad.

After that, me and my friend wandered around for several hours, taking in the sights and sounds of the largest recorded gathering of men who enjoyed My Little Pony in history. It was glorious to behold, but not nearly as glorious as shaking the forum staff's hands and meeting ~Chaotic Discord~'s facial hair.

Ponies were met...

Wish you were here, Champion RD92!

...as well as a Lovecraftian nightmare...

...and some actual people. Pixelkitties is a super-cool person IRL, and I'm not just saying that because she gave a couple free buttons for wearing her T-shirt design. Bumped into Dustykatt, he complimented my mustache, and I happened to bump into Solrac when I was Subway getting the only food I ate that day.

But not even that could match the earth-shattering intensity of meeting Cathy Weseluck, aka one of favorite voice actresses on the show and voice of Spike, aka my second favorite character after Rarity, complimenting my mustache and talking about Rarity also being Spike's favorite character. In Spike's voice, without provocation.

So after that chapter of my life ended, things got weird. At first, there was a rule that you couldn't get into Bronypalooza with your bags of stuff (it can get a little hectic in there), so I took me and my friend's crap and darted across the convention and the skybridge to the hotel, where the registration area was, in hopes of finding a lost and found that I could hopefully keep my valuables during the show. They sent me to the vendor area (which is as far away as you can get from the hotel), but it had closed.

So I was running back to the registration area (yes, they sent me back), but my path was cut into by a march that looked like it was ripped right out of The Dark Knight Rises, complete with fists risen into the air and chanting. The difference, besides the fact that that movie was kinda stupid and this was awesome, was that it was being led by dudes in pony suits instead of a dork with a cyborg jock strap stuck to his face, and the word being chanted was "fun".

Yeah, that's another thing: whenever someone mentioned the word "fun", whatever crowd was nearby erupted into a chant, Pinkie-Pie-Clone style. All this accomplished was reminding me how disturbing all that actually was within the context of the episode.

Oh, and the registration wasn't any help either, but they decided we could take our bags in anyway, so there was no point to anything that just transpired.

Anyway, the rest of the night was spent at Bronypalooza. I was able to get a seat up front directly in front of the speakers, hence the numbness. While there was a few technical difficulties, that didn't get in the way of the bitchin' laser light show, Michelle Creber & Blackgryphon, dBPony, BronyMike, DannyBrony, The Red Wooden Colts, Cyril the Wolf, and HeyLasFas!, which included covers of Michael Jackson, Bon Jovi, and Black Sabbath, which had Dustykatt peforming the vocals, which caused everyone in the audience to become a man. Even the women.

Also, that special feeling when the musician on stage takes your song suggestion. Yeah, that guy who said "Suited for Success" for the Randy Newman spoof? That was me, because Rarity. I have witnesses.

But of course, the best part of the whole thing was the onstage proposal, which was absolutely lovely. Good luck to those guys.

We had to leave early, and I had only gotten a ticket for Friday (shut up, Dad). This was the funnest time I've had in awhile, and I hope to do the whole three days next year. I must remember to bring Advil.

My haul (which for some reason will not show in the blog, so click the links):

Only had $90, so no plushies. I got a print by CSImadmax...

http://i.imgur.com/oIo9mTh.png

...some Pixelkitties stuff...

http://i.imgur.com/mYK7XNp.png

Oh hai, REFERENCE TO THE BEST MOVIE EVER.

...a prnit by--actually, I've forgotten who made this fabulous piece of art, if anybody know's who made this, that'd be swell...

http://i.imgur.com/hX60FsZ.png

...this frigging masterpiece...

http://i.imgur.com/yAWWwUR.png

...and art by Katie Cook and Andy Price, the team behind the official IDW comic book.

http://i.imgur.com/DalkpL8.png

I had to ask them about that scene in issue #3 where Chrysalis (apparently) murders a kitten, specifically what was suppose to be happening. They said it was up to me.

Head canon is that she curb-stomped it.

THE END.

P.S. LAWL

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