Now, with the butt kissing out of the way, on to some pics.
In between sketching I was able to peep up every now and again to snap some pics of the cos-players...like Spidey with his Spidey bulge...
S.H.I.E.L.D squad car.
So where does a hungry artist go in Florida? Well my boy suggested The Jerk Hut. And that'll be the last time I go there. Bickering servers, the food took forever, and it tasted like my cat cooked it. For shame Florida.
But after all that, it was time to come back home. And what can I say, I guess Florida knew it was losing something special, cause after 3 and a half GORGEOUS days, it started raining. To paraphrase Jay-Z: "I can't see them coming down my eyes, so I gotta made the sky cry."
I didn't get as many pics as I wanted, and I kept forgetting to take flicks of my commissions, but there's aleways next year. Till then Mega Con.
And till tomorrow peeps.