Yeah, the New York Comic-Con was a bit of a nightmare. They underestimated both the amount of space they'd need and the audience who'd show up (because, apparently, no one knew that there are lots of people in New York friggin' City). So on Saturday, they closed off the floor, leaving fans, professionals, and even the press barred from the place that most of them paid to get into. There are plenty of comics sites that extensively covered this debacle (this is a good starting point), so I won't get into it. I'm just glad that I took the day off on Friday and did what I needed to do then.
I'm not mad about how I was treated, even though I eventually had to do the thing I didn't want to—get in on the strength of my press status rather than the professional badge that I paid for. I just feel incredibly sorry for the poor souls like my sister-in-law and her boyfriend, who endured a crappy bus ride from Boston to come to the show...only to be told that they couldn't get in.
And I will go to the next one, simply because it's in my backyard. But unless they get more space (which, allegedly, is in the works), I'm going to avoid the whole damned island when they open it up to the fans.