It's an 8-hour event, kind of like a Con light and tends to be a lot of local content. That is to say if there's a Funko booth, it represents a store within a 50km circle. It's $10 at the door. Being experienced at weekend long cons, I got there 30 minutes before opening for parking and que. While waiting for entry to the nerd event we were discussing if Superman, who is susceptible to magic would be equally so against The Force. They opened early and we went in without a consensus

I'm looking for Funko 1706: Georgette from Oliver and Company. Neither vendor had it. I got an older pair of Pongo and Perdita. I travelled around, looked over the offerings, exchanged "hello"s with vendors interested in my dollars. Saw a few I decided to go back to later, and at 100 vendors, it isn't hard to follow through. The SPCS is held in an arena, and the reception area off on the other side of the building had medieval combat recreationists who invited the spectators to have ago. One year, not this year or the last two, but one year I might just do it. I did have a go at the archery booth. Blunt tips, wide and flat. For a first time shooting, I the man target with all three shots. Kind of funny, but right beside them a kid had a nerf booth set up, affiliated with them. He was disappointed I went with the bows so I told him, "I'll come to your booth too." It was an odd Nerf, you had to cock and return the weapon each time, but once I got on to it, it went well. I mean even Nerf casings include sights. Army boy hit him some targets and even the kid thought I had a good time for my run. I didn't share that I was army trained, but it's nice to see I can still hit what I aim at.

Returned to the main floor, spoke to a local author, red a few pages of book one of three, found it engaging enough to buy from her. She had 'scratch and dent versions for $10 each, got two and one book at full for $15, with was a con event discount. Legs were getting tired, it's a concrete floor and I am prone to sciatica and once the leg starts burning, I have to sit. From where I sat I could see the most overlooked vendor in the building. She had custom tumbler glasses. I had noticed a bottle of Deacon on her table. I found a tumbler with a cat and "I do what I want" on it. I asked, "Do I get a shot of Deacon with my tumbler?" She told me no, it was just for show and display. My way of saying I knew what the bottle was. I am a whiskey collector after all. (Unrelated, I tried one of my new bottles for the first time. When I tasted it I thought, this must be corn whiskey. Label said 88% corn. I am reaching the point where I can tell one from another.) We talked about my cats and where their names came from. I also explained my whiskey cabinet used to be a retail display for breathalyzers. That's always good for a laugh, or at least a deep appreciation for the irony. It wasn't long after that that I decided to go home. I'd only been there for three hours, but had done all I meant to do, plus a little extra.

Went to WalMart for my groceries and then had dinner out.

Not a bad day, would have been better if a friend had been available.

Some of the coplayers had very official looking Stormtrooper armor, one was a few inches shorter than the other and I had to fight the urge so say, "Aren't you a little short to be a stormtrooper?"