If you don’t play Blizzard games, you can’t possibly know why BlizzCon is important to those of us who do. If you do play Blizzard games and have never been to a BlizzCon, you need to go. Make every effort to make it happen at least once; you won’t regret it.
This year was my second; my first was in 2014. I can’t pick which is my favorite of the two because each had their own, unique experiences associated with them that could not possibly be duplicated. However, of all the unique experiences I’ve had at BlizzCon, the one I’m going to share with you here is second-to-none.
I arrived on Thursday of con week, and stayed until the following Monday. My intent was to find a group of people to join up with who were going to Disneyland on Sunday; I haven’t been since I was 18 and I was looking forward to being a big ol’ kid again. However, I was up past 2am on Saturday night, and the prospect of getting up early did not appeal to me, so I didn’t message any of the people that I knew had plans to go. I figured that if I ended up going, I’d just meet up with whomever was there when I got there.
Having decided that much, I woke up that Sunday morning and laid in bed browsing Twitter, trying to figure out what to do for breakfast. I ended up connecting with my friends Alyssa and Dave and some of their other friends. One of them was kind enough to drop me back off at the Hilton afterward, where I proceeded into the Starbucks to get an iced tea. As I walked toward the entrance, I noticed a woman, wearing a sleeveless shirt, sitting on the bench outside, talking on her phone. She had a tattoo on her upper arm that looked familiar to me, so I looked at her face, and that’s when I realized who it was…