by Latoya Peterson
Stepping off the bus near the Convention Center, I felt myself involuntarily break into a smile. Neko ears, Naruto headbands and wings galore. For three days, the Baltimore Harbor area transforms into planet anime, and you never really know what you’ll catch out of the corner of your eye.
The locals tend to be amused. As I was walking down the street, a woman rolled down her window and hollered at the boy in front of me. “Excuse me – what’s going on here? Is it a Harry Potter convention?”
“What? No!” he said with a pained voice, pulling his Ichigo Kurosaki costume tighter around his thin brown frame.
I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. Read the Post Notes from a Con [Series Introduction – Race and Otakudom]