So let's start with the GOOD
1) The concert. I only attended one night of concerts, but if I was to do it again, I'd definitely go to both. It was really fun (and the 16 year old Korean American kids I sat next to were sooooo nice!) and a good way to see multiple groups at one time. BTS' choreography was spot on, Spica is sooo talented, Jung Joon Young moves like an Asian Mick Jaggar and CNBlue was amazing! Who knew the terribly meh actor Yonghwa could totally blow you away when on stage. Girls Generation......oh wait, this is the good section.
3) The Viki/Dramabeans Panel. I'm a big Dramabeans fan and long-time commenter (although I don't do much lately) so was happy to meet Javabeans and Girlfriday. I also really like Viki because I can watch dramas with French subtitles if I feel like an extra challenge, and the two girls from there were super nice. But I'm going to be honest with you, it was getting my picture taken with Sean Richard and having him call me Noona that really put this over the top for me.
|Cute Sean Richard, whom I apologized to for thinking he was a Viki employee!|
|Jomo and me with new friends, waiting to get in--while we were still bright eyed and bushy tailed!|
|More new friends -- the first was a PotUP reader|
|Our very own Caitlyn, all the way from Australia!|
The BadHmmm, where do I begin?
1) Kcon brings in an incredible amount of money, I'm sure, but is so poorly organized. Day one we waited in line over 3 hours just to get in the gates. I'm glad I didn't show up at 3 a.m. like some did because they didn't get in any earlier. Once inside the gates, they divided you up into groups by ticket price and you waited in line again. Then you wait in line to get your purse/backpack searched so you can see the panels. Then you wait in line to get a goodie bag. By that time, I'd been there almost 4 hours and still hadn't seen anything so said forget it and just asked for a map at the information booth. (I retrieved my goodie bag much later, when leaving.) This wouldn't have been quite so bad if things moved efficiently, or if they told you it would be 3 hours instead of "just one hour from here." Lies, all lies! But workers were milling around confused a lot of the times, and were pretty slow checking people in.
2) There was no food on the side of the panels. This meant that if you wanted to eat, which I did, I had to leave and go to the other side to get food at the marketplace. To come back in, I had to stand in line and get searched AGAIN. And you couldn't take your food or drink with you. (Although the second time through the woman who was supposed to look through my purse just said "Now I know you be carrying some weapons in there!" and told me to pass. I think she was over it too by that time, but at least she made me laugh.) Next year maybe I'll see if I can buy one of those large coats lined with pockets on the inside and secretly sell sandwiches on the panel side. I bet I'd make a fortune.
3) Limited seating for eating. It was hot. I may have forgotten to mention that, but it was hot with limited shade. (So I guess the coat idea is not doable.) After walking between numerous food trucks--numerous hot, broiling food trucks, and finally deciding on the food, there was limited space under the tent to eat. There were several shady grassy spots on the panel side - but again, no food. Frustrating!
4) The "Opportunities" part of the ticket. I was supposed to have the opportunity of either a high-touch, audience, or red carpet pass. I was not the only person who thought that meant we would at least get one of them. I got nothing. NOTHING! You would think that for paying the price I paid for the ticket, I would have gotten something. The second day, people got passes for things that had already happened the day before. Or they got passes for a thing they missed because they were still in line when it took place. They really need a better system for that.
|Two sweet girls who gave me some of their extra passes|
|Honestly, that face is not at me! I just tried to sneak a candid picture|
1) The broiling pan. That was my term for the waiting area for the audience pass people. Since I knew I wasn't in the autograph signing portion of the group, I wanted to at least be closer to the front of the audience stationed behind the barrier. The line started at 1:00 for a 2:45 showing, in an area with no shade and pretty much blocked from breeze. It had to be close to 90 degrees, made even worse by the fact that they made us wait an extra hour for some inexplicable reason.
|The broiling pan|
|Very sweet girl who let me spend time under her umbrella|
3) No running water to speak of. Ok, I'll forgive them that the port-a-potties were at the far ends of the place, but there was only hand sanitizer in them. That may do the job on your hands, but it did nothing to remove the 1/2 inch thick coating of salt and sweat encrusting my entire body by 2 p.m. each day. If I had been given the opportunity to shake Lee Seungi's hand, it probably would have slid right out of it.
4) Uhhh.... ME? And I'm not talking about my sweat drenched hair and running eye makeup. By the time we got down to the place where we'd finally see Lee Seungi, my mood had deteriorated faster than my stay fresh deodorant. When a girl asked if she could stand in front of me because she was "small", I think I took a death grip on the barrier and looked at her like I didn't understand English. Hey, it's not like I'm gargantuan, and a few inches shorter than me does not make you "small." Obviously she never heard the age before beauty or respect your elders bit. But I believe what goes around comes around, and I got my due when a security guard stood right in front of Lee Seungi the entire time, completely blocking my view. If I had just been a little nicer........
|My 10 second view of Lee Seungi and the beautiful fanny pack of the body guard that I got to look at for an hour|