This would be my second ever sci-fi convention. I went to one of the Aus-trek ones in Melbourne in 1998.
Scary as hell. My friend and I walked around for a bit, watched a MST3k episode and wandered off after I (accidentally) broke their Star Trek: Next generation pinball machine.
Broke as in metal ball meets glass cover.This one was a bit different. For a start it was free. Secondly I would be working there as part of the video crew.
Oh and it was an Andromeda convention.
This photo pretty much sums it up for me:

On stage we have Kevin Sorbo & Laura Bertram against the majestic foreground of some guys head. I spent probably twenty minutes looking at his head.
Looking a little closer….applying artistic talent and we have THIS!

It was strange, it would be arrogant for me to claim that I was superior to the attendees, even so these guys were mutants.
Aren’t sci-fi nerds supposed to be smart ?
The had such interesting questions for the guests as:
“hurgh what was your favorite episode?”
I cant express it very well but this was the largest group of funny looking people I’ve even been around, fatties (seriously obese) baldies, old women in spock tee-shirts.
I spent hours working a remote video camera and wandering around. There were stalls of really pricey things:
Autographed photo: $100+
Wall hanging thing: $1500+
Books from this strange author guy: $30
Autographs fromt he guests: $30
Photos with them: $40
There was an auction. I watched in amazement as a dodgy cd-calender from 1999 went for $100 everything was $100+ and most of it was crap.
No props or anything really exciting like that. Andromeda boxer shorts ahoy.
But the really special one was the old lady that stalked me.
In the 12 hours we spent there she would have come up to me 8-9 times, sure that does not sound like much but every one was kinda weird.
OL: What are you doing here?
Me: Hi.
OL: What are you doing here?
Me: Hi.
OL: THAT IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE ANSWER TO MY QUESTION! (Storms off)

From that it escalated to touching. At one point she sort of head butted me.
She massaged a fleeing Sorbo as he tried to leave the lame “after party”
all very frightening.