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Several years ago at the Con of Dragon there was an occurrence that changed how the convention was handled.
For those that don't know, DragonCon is known as NerdiGras for the party atmosphere, one that is helped by the convention being held in a string of hotels (Most being interconnected by a number of over the street habitat trails. Kind of cool). You basically have 60+ thousand freaks, geeks and weirdos partying for 4 days straight. Morals are loosened, clothes are removed, and some beautiful barely there costumes are revealed (especially after dark. 8:00 rolls around and WOW).
Can you picture it? Sounds pretty cool, right?
Unfortunately word got around to individuals from several colleges who were in town for a major college football game that weekend. It was determined that they needed to come save the women from us lowly nerds.
The list of suck over the weekend included:
The Tighty Whitey Crew : These wonderful individuals were a group of 5 or 6 who ran around in nothing but briefs. They would surround a woman, grind on her and run off. Status: Never caught
Check THIS baby out!: During the Saturday parade (which brings in thousands of Atlanta locals to watch) one genius decided that he was going to expose himself and walk through the crowd with his tool hanging out. Status: Arrested and hauled off
Fire! : Someone set an elevator shaft on fire. I shit you not. Culprit unknown.
This room needs better ventilation!: A large boardroom table was thrown through a picture window in one of the meeting rooms to the street below. Culprit unknown.
Fight, fight baby: As of Friday night I heard from security (Always make friends with secops. They have the best stories) They had already made as many calls to the police as they do over the entire weekend. One day in. One of the bars had to be closed while the staff cleaned up the blood from the brawlers. Status: Lots of arrests and the weekend spent in jail.
Hey baby, nice ARGGHH: The "can I get a picture" and then molesting the costumed woman and running off backfired. Apparently she had a decade of Air Force MP duty under her belt. Status: Possible broken nose. Blood all over the floor where she put him 2.3 seconds after he licked her cleavage
And many more. But you see the theme. Aside from the Tighty Whitey crew nearly all of the culprits were wearing gear from the 2 teams playing that weekend, some of which were assumed to be staying at the hotels.
Aftermath:
This is where the good comes in. Con management got together with the hotels, and it is now in the convention charter that from Friday afternoon to 2 AM Sunday night/Monday morning the only way to enter a host hotel is with a convention badge or a keycard. Somehow the lads got quite a bit less enthusiastic about mayhem when they were no longer able to melt back into the tsunami of douche.
No fratching, please!
For those that don't know, DragonCon is known as NerdiGras for the party atmosphere, one that is helped by the convention being held in a string of hotels (Most being interconnected by a number of over the street habitat trails. Kind of cool). You basically have 60+ thousand freaks, geeks and weirdos partying for 4 days straight. Morals are loosened, clothes are removed, and some beautiful barely there costumes are revealed (especially after dark. 8:00 rolls around and WOW).
Can you picture it? Sounds pretty cool, right?
Unfortunately word got around to individuals from several colleges who were in town for a major college football game that weekend. It was determined that they needed to come save the women from us lowly nerds.
The list of suck over the weekend included:
The Tighty Whitey Crew : These wonderful individuals were a group of 5 or 6 who ran around in nothing but briefs. They would surround a woman, grind on her and run off. Status: Never caught
Check THIS baby out!: During the Saturday parade (which brings in thousands of Atlanta locals to watch) one genius decided that he was going to expose himself and walk through the crowd with his tool hanging out. Status: Arrested and hauled off
Fire! : Someone set an elevator shaft on fire. I shit you not. Culprit unknown.
This room needs better ventilation!: A large boardroom table was thrown through a picture window in one of the meeting rooms to the street below. Culprit unknown.
Fight, fight baby: As of Friday night I heard from security (Always make friends with secops. They have the best stories) They had already made as many calls to the police as they do over the entire weekend. One day in. One of the bars had to be closed while the staff cleaned up the blood from the brawlers. Status: Lots of arrests and the weekend spent in jail.
Hey baby, nice ARGGHH: The "can I get a picture" and then molesting the costumed woman and running off backfired. Apparently she had a decade of Air Force MP duty under her belt. Status: Possible broken nose. Blood all over the floor where she put him 2.3 seconds after he licked her cleavage
And many more. But you see the theme. Aside from the Tighty Whitey crew nearly all of the culprits were wearing gear from the 2 teams playing that weekend, some of which were assumed to be staying at the hotels.
Aftermath:
This is where the good comes in. Con management got together with the hotels, and it is now in the convention charter that from Friday afternoon to 2 AM Sunday night/Monday morning the only way to enter a host hotel is with a convention badge or a keycard. Somehow the lads got quite a bit less enthusiastic about mayhem when they were no longer able to melt back into the tsunami of douche.
No fratching, please!
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