I don’t want to overstate this, but this con may be the death of me. I mean it may actually be listed as Cause of Death on my death certificate. “Death by Comic-Con.”
And tonight was just the preview night.
Things started off decently enough. Out booth looked to be double-sized yesterday, which was what I alluded to before, but that was just a mistake that was rectified today. So I’ve got the 10x10 table space I’d paid for. I can’t complain about getting what I signed up for, but it was a little disappointing.
Preview Night was supposed to begin at 5:30, so it started promptly at 6:00. Our friend the Annoying Lady is back as the voice of the show, too. I suppose it helps clear people out when the show ends. Her insipid not-even-remotely-funny-as-she-thinks-she-is comments over the loudspeaker probably do more to drive lagging spectators out of the show than anything security itself could do.
The rumored attendance for the preview night, and let me stress again PREVIEW night, was 50,000. That was a Saturday attendance number not long ago. The three hour preview night was 50,000 people. I do not, in any way, want to think about the crowds of people on Saturday. Fortunately, I’ve 
It’s just exhausting. I’m Friday Tired already and, well, it’s Wednesday.
Now, it’s not all bad. I’ve sold more books in those three hours today than I have at some other shows in total, including San Diego. If I keep going at the rate I’m going, well, it’s going to be a darn good weekend.
Assuming I survive it, of course.