There are some species that are adamant about not attending concerts or music shows solo. I am not one of them.
The level of love, dedication, and respect articulated towards a particular group far outweighs the desire for a companion, who may or may not share the same degree of fondness and admiration.
It hadn't mattered that I had strode through the doors of KCON LA without a single local IGOT7 beknownst to me, for this is was a destination where both temporary and permanent fandom-ships are formed. The convention was the medium of assimilation, and the artist engagements a time of mingling and befriending.
The level of love, dedication, and respect articulated towards a particular group far outweighs the desire for a companion, who may or may not share the same degree of fondness and admiration.
It hadn't mattered that I had strode through the doors of KCON LA without a single local IGOT7 beknownst to me, for this is was a destination where both temporary and permanent fandom-ships are formed. The convention was the medium of assimilation, and the artist engagements a time of mingling and befriending.
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A certain potato and I became acquainted during the GOT7 Hi-Touch lineup, and have remained friends since. In spite of personal schedules and differences in time zones, cross-border communication hardships can also transform into international friendships if carried on correctly.
We may have just been two of many ahgases in the crowd, but through a group that we thoroughly adore and idolize, we've established an everlasting ahgabond.
More recently, this potato came to visit me, on Canadian territory nonetheless. Meticulous cleanups were executed, and a compact schedule of downtown - and uptown - excursions was planned.
We may have just been two of many ahgases in the crowd, but through a group that we thoroughly adore and idolize, we've established an everlasting ahgabond.
More recently, this potato came to visit me, on Canadian territory nonetheless. Meticulous cleanups were executed, and a compact schedule of downtown - and uptown - excursions was planned.
The moment began as she drifted through the International Arrival gates at T3 - the same doors DAY6 had passed through just four months prior.
For the remainder of the half-day, we spent time in the suburbs. First was CoCo - the obvious choice for the addict within - then Tim Hortons for an "authentic" Canadian snack wrap.
For the remainder of the half-day, we spent time in the suburbs. First was CoCo - the obvious choice for the addict within - then Tim Hortons for an "authentic" Canadian snack wrap.
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Post settling in, we headed for four straight hours of karaoke - again, a no-brainer for fangirls.
Apparently an item more representative of east coast offerings, deep-dish pizza at Enzo's assumed the final slot of the day.
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The crust was less intrusive than before, though the amount of cheese still paled in comparison to my very first experience at the family-run Streetsville diner. Pepperoni, spicy sauce, and mushrooms topped off the 4-Slice Deep Dish.
Each topping was an additional $1.30, while the basic 4-Slice rang in at $12. By chance though, we had stumbled upon a 50% off daily special, leading the bill to total a measly twelve dollars for two. This ought to be remembered for future visits, along with the fact that one should refrain from using their washrooms if at all possible.
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