Gen Con’s not a convention I favor. Despite only living a few hours away, I’ve only been once, and I didn’t enjoy it too much. This year I gave it another shot, as I had some folks I wanted to stop and say hi to, and, as I said, it’s a short drive, so a trip up for Saturday doesn’t necessitate a hotel room, flight, or any of the higher ticket con expenses. I only planned to buy one game, Hats, but it was sold out.
Besides, my fortune from 2nd lunch on Friday said it would be thrilling.

When I’m travelling west from home these days, I try to see if I can visit Milktooth in Indianapolis for breakfast. The full service doesn’t start until 9, and in what I believe will be my three trips that direction this year (two of which have now past), that’s tough to schedule. I’ve made it twice between 7 and 8, and so pastries and coffee it is.
I’m not great at talking to strangers, including at conventions, but I’m getting better at inviting those walking by to play a game I’m setting up. One area I don’t struggle at, is asking strangers if I can have a treat when I see them with a box of donuts or a container of cookies, so I made an effort to return the years of favors, and walk around with a box of treats, determined to offer them to folks I know, but also anyone who asked, and situational strangers: the fellow whose job it is to mark the end of the line for the Asmodee store or the folks that I demo a game with.




Matt Carlson: Gencon 2019 (The Bizarre of the Bazaar)
If all my writing has you tired out, here’s a nearly all pictorial view of the oddball (to me) underpinnings of the show. Read on to see the overconfidence of a man in a purple jersey, class it up with a nice pen, or turn on the charm with a nice fez. It’s not over til someone rides off on a sheep…
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