I have a confession to make. I go into every ConnectiCon with a good deal of worry in my heart. I worry because the previous year’s show was so good, and this current year will never be able to top it, let alone match it. I’ve carried this worry with me every single year of ConnectiCon since its debut… and somehow, some way, every single year ConnectiCon manages to match or top its previous year. This past weekend’s show was no exception.
There were so many good times had this past weekend for so many good reasons. The attendees were, as always, top notch and wonderful to us. The ConnectiCon staff is generous, patient, and attentive. I reunited with friends I hadn’t seen in many, many years. Our panels were well-attended, and our audiences were enthusiastic and inquisitive. The Cosplay Death Match was so amazingly good that I could barely believe my eyes and (still-ringing) ears.
There may be bigger, older conventions that receive more mainstream media coverage, but ConnectiCon is the only show in our circuit that truly feels like a homecoming. It has an exuberant spirit and an unmistakable character, and those are rare traits to achieve for a convention of any size or age.
I am physically drained from our busy weekend, but spiritually fulfilled by the heart and soul of this amazing convention.
Thank you for everything, ConnectiCon. See you next year.