My con story is better than your con story!

Also, my dad can beat up your dad. Anyways this con was back in August but this is the first chance I've gotten to tell it on here and it's pretty long so be prepared for alot of reading. You might not believe my story, but some crazy shit happens at cons apparently all the time. This was the first one I've been too and it was f*ckin amazing and terrible at the same time. Why was it terrible? I'll tell ye the tale. Q_-

So there's this con in Ohio called Matsuricon that happened back in August. Me and some of my friends decided to go (None of us cosplayed btw. Although next time I'm cosplaying Sylar from Heroes cause I'm a sexy beast like him. >:3) Anyways, we all bought a bunch of booze and headed to the con.

The first day was ok, we all just got shitfaced and walked around. Although one of my friends wore tightie whities of The Flash and wore a Flash Mask, and danced around the con half-naked. Needless to say he got kicked out pretty fast.

But on the second day some epic shit went down. We all started drinking early in the day, and obviously we got drunk pretty fast. Not only was booze involved but also weed, and alot of people on our floor in the hotel took notice to this and started mooching off of our booze and bud. Later on even more people noticed cause some of my friends were telling random people at the con that our room was "The party room." So the whole room turned into a massive hotel party.

Somehow or another, some kid from the show Zoey 101 found out about it cause he was stayiing at the same hotel. And he made an appearance there. I don't remember his name, it was Matt something. Look it up if you don't believe me. >: o I didn't talk or hang out with him much so I don't know exactly what happened with him. So, anyways he ended up smoking and drinking with us. One of my friends took pics of it to possibly blackmail him. >: ) But anyways, half way through the party, me and two of my buddies; Ryan and Chris; found some cute girls to chill with and we walked to some random bar in Columbus with them. Me and Chris told them fake foreign names to make us sexier. I was Alfonzo and he was Kristoff, win.

So we all dance at this bar for awhile, the girls invite us to their hotel room. However my friend Chris a.k.a. Kristoff dissapeared somewhere. And Ryan walked off with the girls while I stayed at the bar to dance some more. (Everyday I'm Shufflin. ) But these damn black guys showed me up. It wasn't fair, it's in their damn genes.

Afterwords, I decide to head back to the girls rooms at the hotel, all sweaty, drunk and probably looking like shit. When out of nowhere my friend Vinny tells me we need to leave the con at two in the morning and drive an hour back home. Why did this happen? Cause the hotel party that we were having got so big that guests were complaining about noise, and then the cops showed up. Dun dun dun. Apparently they smelled weed as soon as they got to the door, and they kicked us all out of the hotel. Which we're lucky that's all that happened cause there were minors drinking and obviously illegal drug activity going on.

The guy from Zoey 101 took my friends bowl accidentally. And he was texting him constantly that he had his bowl and told him to come and get it, cause he was in his hotel room with his agents and he'd get in deep trouble if they found it. So he got the bowl and we all left the hotel, drunk and pissed off. That means there was drunk people driving at three in the morning on an hour long drive. Safe right?

But we were missing Chris. We couldn't find him even though we looked everywhere in the hotel. Somehow he ended up snorting Coke at some rave and found his way to Ohio State University and passed out there. So he got a ride home the next day from some random stranger with a Porsche. We gave him hell when he got back.

So that's pretty much it on the tale of the alcoholics adventure to the con. I tried to tell the story without writing an entire novel. Even though I basically did. Hopefully you enjoyed it, and you'll try to top it the next time you go to a con.