What is Your Worst Convention Experience?

Discussion in 'Furry Conventions' started by Frindle, Nov 4, 2017.

  1. Frindle

    Frindle It's 420 somewhere

    Not necessarily exclusively furry conventions, just your worst convention experience in general! I made a journal about this and got some interesting responses, so I'm curious to hear what y'all have to share!
     
  2. Fuzzylumkin

    Fuzzylumkin Fuzzbutt

    lol I definitely want to watch this thread
     
  3. Astusthefox

    Astusthefox The King of Games

    Honestly the only complaints that I have about the conventions I've been to (animenext 3 times and anthrocon twice)

    1. The amount of time and money (especially for merchandise) I put into them is astronomical for how much I make working a part time job and going to school, that tends to make the cons less enjoyable knowing I'll have to make up the money and time I'm spending on them especially when it comes to travel

    2. The length of any con I've been to is way too short or so it feels like, before you know it, it's over and you're feeling down that you have to leave

    3. When it comes to panels, I've had moments (especially in the popular ones) where people who admittedly have mental handicaps so I can't really be mad... they start basically yelling out what they think is right and start arguing with other members... an example was at the Zootopia discussion at AC two years ago where two guys got into an argument about God knows what and the people running the panel kept trying to get it back on track but it kept getting sidetracked.

    Those really are 3 bad things I've noticed when it comes to cons really... so far that I've found
     
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  4. Exdraghunt

    Exdraghunt Member

    I've got a pretty "good" worst con story. Admittedly, at an anime con as opposed to a furry con. Anyway

    I was 17 at the time, and therefor needed an "adult" to attend the convention with. This usually fell to a friend of mine who I had gone to this convention with years previous, but she couldn't attend that year and I had to go with some other friends who were 18.

    So we're driving down to the convention (well, we're getting a ride from my mother, none of us high schoolers have a car), when my friend admits that he has not, in fact, booked a hotel room. So we get on the phone and start calling every hotel around trying to find a room we can afford. There is, of course, no more con rate at the con hotels because it's the morning of the convention.

    We finally locate a hotel in our price range (it's a good 15 blocks from the convention center) and go to check in. The hotel won't take cash, so we put it on my mom's credit card and my friend pays her. My mom leaves, we're on our own.

    I am the only person of my friend group who has pre-reg'd for the con. However, being under 18, I cannot pick up my badge until my "adult" has gotten theirs. The line to register at-con is 5 hours long. I am left in the sitting area of the convention center (the only part of the convention center I can access without a badge) for pretty much the entirety of Friday.

    As I finally get my badge, we meet two more people we know, who beg to room with us. As there are already three of us in the room, I say no (because I have room stuffed with these same people before and it was hell. 6 people in the room, and I was the only person who had the foresight to bring a blanket. One of my friends slept in his fursuit on the floor. Never again).

    We make the trek back to our hotel room to get fursuits. One of my friends has a fursuit that I made. (It was not the best, considering I was 17, but it was a decent enough suit.) The suit was 6 months old, this is it's second con. As he pulls it out of his suitcase, I am aghast to see the suit is /wrecked./ He had machine washed the head, causing the paint of the eyes to crack and the moving jaw to go screwy. He had then put the whole suit in the dryer, melting the plastic fibers of the fur. He had also somehow worn all of the fur off of the knees of the suit through to the backing. (I still don't want to know how he did that. It was a good shag fur too, not the cheap stuff) He wants to know if he can borrow my fursuit brush to try and 'fix' his suit. Heck no. I tell him to not tell anyone I made the suit if they ask, not wanting to be associated with this mess.

    Of course, I later went to use my fursuit brush (a common dog brush), only to discover that the brush had been broken and hot glued back together while I wasn't looking. Gee I wonder how that happened.

    That night I decide to go to bed, while my friends go off to the con dance. Unbeknownst to me, they meet some people at the dance and tell them "yeah, sure, you can crash in our hotel room." As I am asleep by the time they return from the dance, I go to experience waking up in the morning with a complete stranger asleep on the bed next to me (in a maid costume).

    Trying to find the con Saturday morning I got lost (15 blocks being a long way for someone who doesn't know the city well), especially since my friends had left without me. Fortunately, I eventually found my way and ended up just taking a taxi the rest of the weekend to avoid it happening again.

    Sunday rolls around. We check out of the room, I leave my stuff behind the counter. My fursuit takes up a whole suitcase by itself, so I have a fair amount of bags. Our plan is to go to closing ceremonies, then catch a bus home. I am anxious about this, because I grew up in a small town and have never ridden public transit before. (It's three buses to get home)

    I rush back to the hotel after closing (my friends don't have to, since they have their stuff with them), then locate the bus stop we agreed to meet at and wrestle all of my bags into place. my friends aren't there. I call them. The response? "Oh, we didn't feel like waiting and took an earlier bus."


    I have not spoken to a single one of these people since. Worst con ever.
     
  5. Dox-Tucy

    Dox-Tucy Dance dance dance...its our only chance...

    To Exdraghunt: ...and you call them "friends"? :/
     
  6. Open_Mind

    Open_Mind Well-Known Member

    Damn, your right that's a hellava story. Lots of 'lessons learned' there. Thanks for posting!
     
  7. ChromaticRabbit

    ChromaticRabbit lagomorphic

    Too embarrassing to discuss, but it was a lesson, and ironically, we look back on it now and it's a bond between us. Even bad experiences can turn into sentimental memories when they are something you and a friend can chuckle over a few bends down the road.
     
  8. Exdraghunt

    Exdraghunt Member

    I certainly don't call them friends anymore. I actually deleted their contacts on my phone on the bus ride home from that con that very day and haven't spoken to any of them since.

    It's funny to me now, but mostly in an "those absolute idiots" sort of way
     
  9. Dox-Tucy

    Dox-Tucy Dance dance dance...its our only chance...

    so I must to agree now. Well done mate. :)
     
  10. Fuzzylumkin

    Fuzzylumkin Fuzzbutt

    Only been to one so far... haven't had a worst con experience, lol attempted to catch some tail while at the con and totally shot down, that sucked, lol but otherwise, no good con stories yet
     
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  11. ChromaticRabbit

    ChromaticRabbit lagomorphic

    Generally, I look back on them all fondly. Because I volunteered for a long time at a big anime con before entering this fandom, and because I have only been to Anthropomorphic/Furry cons as an attending member, I'd have to say the "worst" experiences were volunteering where there was a surprising level of self-directed stress and I discovered just how poorly I held it in those days for reasons. We weren't taking it easy, we really did have amibitions to be the best, and every convention ought to operate in this spirit of excellence.

    Plus, there was super-excruciating work at times, the convention center would generally only have the air conditioning running during active attendance hours for the event, so a lot of pre- and post-convention logistics were in sweltering humid conditions. I cane to understand 'dead dog' quite well; I was often too dead to stick around the dead dog con committee/staff party. It wasn't "bad" and I would not exchange having been there trying my best for anything.

    I'm basically looking for the right opportunity to get involved somewhere, having seen and participated in it being done well and how those pieces go from planning to final integration at the event, doing it all with completely optimal approaches wherever possible to make the event always hit above its weight and reach for legendary status. It'd be great to find a group that wants to cultivate things in that manner because I feel like I could use a challenge that does some kind of good, it's been a tough year.
     
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  12. Simo

    Simo Skunk

    When I realized that by Sunday, things are very rapidly winding down, after going to my first con, on a Sat and Sunday!

    If I can only make two days/nights, I now make them Friday/Saturday.

    Other than that, they've been nothing but fun.
     
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  13. Troj

    Troj Well-Known Member

    I went to a convention that was new at the time, and therefore quite small. I chatted with a fellow on the hotel shuttle, and he took that as a sign that we were best buddies now, and he proceeded to follow me around everywhere, chattering incessantly and cracking unfunny jokes. That the con was small made it harder to lose him or drop him off with another group of people, and I wasn't sure how to draw a boundary without just being mean.

    Otherwise, my con experiences have been fine.
     
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  14. Simo

    Simo Skunk

    That does remind me: there always tends to be one vaguely annoying sort of loud-mouthed person, who just happens to show up at every panel you happen to decide to attend! Not a huge deal, but has happened every time : P

    Edit: And that person is not me!
     
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  15. EMO FURRY

    EMO FURRY Always A wolf inside

    Being in a strange position in a conversation and then they ask me if I agree with one or the other to see who's even though the other is going to be mad at me anyways
     

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