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Er, if you're expecting a detailed con report replete with pictures, video and precision, this is not the post you're looking for. I believe those posts are here. This is ramble. Babble, maybe. Anyone suggesting tl;dr would not be accused of crazy talk.
It's a 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes; it's dark and we're wearing sun glasses. Hit it! --- The Blues Brothers
So back when the Chicago Con was announced, and I believe Nick and Jensen? (Maybe Jared?) were signed on,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adis723 [henceforth known as "Vin" to save me from html] mentioned that it could be an interesting adventure, but no. However, when it was listed as Nick Brendon, Samantha Ferris and Jensen and Jared, Vin was all, "Dude. We're going."
She called me later to say that we had waited so long that the Gold Tickets were sold out, but that she thought that it only meant we didn't get the photo-op, and did I care about missing that. I was all, "Yeah, stand next to Jared Padalecki and have photographic evidence that there's someone with prettier hair than me? Pfft. Not happening."
She flew into OKC from Tejas; we watched our first SPN episode together -- "Red Sky at Morning" (which we both felt was "eh" - other than cougar-mama Gert perving on Sam, and those of you in the know will understand how amusing I found that.)
We had made plans to meet up withfemmenerd [henceforth known as "Fem"] in Chicago, although technically we were in...well, the town wasn't Chambord, but that's what I kept calling it. Vin will have the tale of the "But not in a gay way" guy, but I must point out that I have *no* sense of direction. None. Whatsoever. Luckily, neither does Vin. Luckily in the way that I don't get on her nerves with my lack of planning and direction. So we wander down to the check-in and head toward the tables with big hot pink pom-pon thingies because they're the same color as our tickets. Turns out that's a black-tie ball for an insurance company. We turn back and look around and I elbow Vin and say, "Dude. How the hell did we miss the long-ass line of very pale - paler than most people - folks in Supernatural t-shirts? It was all the pink - it was like the mothership was calling me home."
We had an awesome dinner at the hotel restaurant after checking out the meal served to the tourists at the adjacent table, causing said tourists to ask where we were from, what we did and how we came to visit Chicago. Vin answered that we were both full-time students and then hedged that, "Chicago? Eh, we'd never been here before, so why not?" I snorted and kicked her under the table. Why, yes, two unemployed students deciding to take a weekend jaunt to Chicago just because. Nothing at *all* to do with "Boys! Pretty!"
Sam & Fred - 'Cause we're close like that.
The next morning was the Frederic Lehne coffee incident, followed by Vin and me stalking after other fangirls across the street to the mall to find food. That was a fucking confusing mall. Labyrinthian, even. We kept checking the mall directory and then kept circling and circling. Vin was all, "We should have had a plan!" (we were trying to get back for Frederic and Samantha's panels) and I said, "This *was* the plan" and she was all, "This was the plan? Walking real quick was the plan?" (We saluted Buffy and Angel constantly in paraphrased form.)
Okay, don't ask me how it happened, but between the hair fixin' (there were some serious blow-out, flat ironing sessions -- Vin and I proudly represented a tradition of three Miss Americas from Texas and five from Oklahoma and do not allow our personal fangirling to interfere with our ability to do good hair - the South's gonna rise and it's gonna be lacquered with Big Sexy HairTM) and the eatin' and the smoke/"Hi stranger, let's fangirl!" breaks, we somehow missed most of Fred Lehne's panel (Dammit!!) although I did get to hear him say, "Boys shouldn't play with Daddy's guns" *and* then missed part of Samantha Ferris' panel. Samantha Ferris is smokin' hot and terribly warm and funny and Vin's about to give up her token straight girl cred to marry her. Since I had already had a special, intimate moment with Mr. Lehne, I was able to assuage my feelings of "planning badly and missing planned events." We were able to finally stop texting Fem andkittyzams and actually find them, tho, so there's a plan coming to fruition.
Oh, Nicky, you're so fine! You're so fine you blow my mind!
yourlibrarian has a Nick Brendon panel transcript, which is awesome because I don't really remember much other than his rockin' pink tie and his Big Sexy Hair.
Also, after we discovered that anyone that queued up could ask questions of the guests, not just Gold Ticketed People, I couldn't think of a single question to ask Nick Brendon. Ponder that for a moment. Four years of nothing but "Xander! Xander!" coming from this journal and I couldn't think of a single question. Of course I have dozens now, you realize. I do remember these moments, though:
When asked if he ever thought Xander was written out of character, he answered that Xander should never have become a carpenter. I had read that in a previous con Q&A and boggled. His main angst seemed to be over the hardhat (he obviously has no idea how smokin' he is in "Life Serial") but I've contemplated and read reams of Xander meta on "the one who fixes things." Nicky stated that he would have preferred that Xander keep Uncle Rory's car (yes, he said Uncle Rory) and perhaps become a private eye, leading him into an impromptu singing of "Private Eyes" by Hall & Oates. He even did the "Private Eyes *ch ch* are watching you." I squealed because I do that whole word association - sing a similar song thing (okay, lots of people do, but give me my Nicky symmetry, 'kay?)
Someone asked about the fact that Xander should have been on an episode of Angel and Nicky answered that he and Angel never had a connection and that Xander watching Angel brood wouldn't make for good TV (it has, however, been the intro to many a good fic) and that it would have made more sense for Xander to show up on a Spike show since they got along "in the way that they didn't." The Angel/Xander (even if they're cowboys) shipper in me was stymied, but the latent but never extinguished Spander love in me burst into full bloom.
Nick also commented that he didn't like his character in Season 7 (he said he was in a bad place personally, and I think he always found the eye-patch silly from some of his comments, plus the addition of other funny characters - Andrew.) I'd heard him say something similar before, and the questioner who had posed the original question added that her favorite Xander moment was the "you're not special, you're extraordinary" moment with Dawn in "Potential." Nicky clarified that the last few episodes were better.
Mostly I remember his awesome hair, his joke that he was going to answer all about Nick Brendon, "which is funny since I'm Kelly," how funny and self-effacing he was, and the rambling joke he made that involved "Children of the Corn III" and corn in his poop - classic Nicky.
Nick mentions the question Vin asked him about his movie "Blood on the Highway" on his audio blog that he updated Sunday. On the blog, he also mentions that he missed the dessert meet'n'greet (I didn't have tickets for that) because he was "tackled by" and "asked to leave by" Jensen & Jared's security, so he left. Nicky could be joking about that, but, um, it still makes me feel very weirded out. And a dirty!bad!wrong girl for wanting fic where Nicky is desperately trying to get to Jared. Did I mention that he pointed to a "Sam Winchester" banner and said that was him back in the day when he used to moisturize twice a day? And when asked if he preferred Jensen or Jared, he answered, "The one who moisturizes." I was long ago asked what characteristics Xander and I had common, and now it turns out that I can add "Jared!Girl" to that list.
I'm still happy I encountered him in the coffee line and was able to speak to him in a non-douchebaggy way, since Vin was able to get a hug from him in the autograph line and I just muttered, "Thanks" like a dipshit. I did attempt to sniff his incredibleness off of Vin's jacket, tho. Am I sharing too much?
After Nick's Q&A, I got to bask in the presence ofmpoetess, also known as the creator of my S/X love, and admire her bitchin' ponytails. And she showed me a vid of Nicky karaoking (he'd just mentioned it) which was all Nick's butt and forearms. Oh, yes. I hadn't seen MP since our Writercon panel in the '06, so that was awesome.
Jensen & Jared
You know you've fangirled too hard if you can't even think "Jensen & Jared" without immediately going to "...are in love." Anyway.
Vin & I hooked up with Fem,kittyzams along with ciaan and beckandzac and had rambling conversations that involved Rupert Grint, Spander & Spuffy (the fact that I just read "Older" will provoke a high-pitched sound from S/B girls), Clea DuVall, and those two dudes from SPN. We talked about attending the Steve Carlson concert and there was fangirl whisper that Jensen might make a sonorous drop-in. (He did not, as you all know.)
The show was just all right for me (no knowledge of the material, but he has a nice voice) but it was fun to watch the fangirl freak-out around us. As we listened to the sing-a-long we could not participate in and got wrapped in a bubble of joy that didn't involve us, Vin turned to me in shruggation and said, "Seriously - we're never making anyone else that's not into SPN watch that Ballad of Jared and Jensen vid against their will again." I nodded back, "True dat."
Vin and I made a drink run (after we saw Nicky wander into the concert and then wander out - he was gone when we got to the lobby, though) and we saw Samantha Ferris in the lobby casually hanging out with a friend and didn't gawk too hard. As we were gawking, Samantha stood up, drained her glass of wine and bee-lined to the elevators. Vin elbowed me and said, "She just got a text from Jensen saying 'Meet me upstairs!'" Don't try to deny Vin's love of Dean/Ellen.
Okay, now the actual Jensen & Jared part. Confession time: I am a total dork about Jared Padalecki. I've always thought Nick Brendon was the warmest, most down-to-earth TV BFF I'd ever pretend to have, but I'm a 12 year-old reading my Jane magazine and making mix-tapes and singing into a hairbrush when it comes to Jared. And the fact that he's 12 years younger than me in no way shames my shamelessness.
Vin queued up quickly to ask her Jensen question, and requested that I stand in line with her. So there I was, 10 feet from Jensen "Genetically Engineered to Be Beautiful" Ackles, and all I could think was, "My feet hurt." In any case, I pussed out on her and went to sit down. However, did I give her my camera to take UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL pics of Jared and Jensen? No. That would have required PLANNING.
There are a million Jared & Jensen transcripts and vids (and we didn't have tickets for the breakfast of, "This one time Jensen wiped my face off in public" and Jared wiping his sweat on Jensen's sleeve) but my favorites were as follows:
When the crowd "Awwed!" over Jensen saying Jared was like a brother to him, he said "Shut Up!" in the same impatiently-indulgent way he tells Jared to "Shut the door!" in the STAR! interview.
When asked about the most embarrassing thing he and Jared had done drunk, Jensen was stumped for an answer but Jared said that they "don't ever get stupid; just goofing around on each other." Which lead me to say to Vin later, "So...when they mentioned having to crash on each other's couches, they just wanted to?" (No, I never got around to bedazzling a tinhat for myself - it's just metaphorical and tongue-in-cheek.)
The guys were asked about their Texas accents, and it was funny to me, because much like Vin and I don't notice our own and feel the need to exaggerate them if asked, I felt that Jensen and Jared are the same. (Of course I did.) The girls and I had been discussing accents the night before (since we represented many regions of the US) and I was telling the story of fangirling withtkp and having her utterly stumped to what I was saying when I attempted "Human AU" in my accent, and I laughed when everyone said, "Yeah, I don't know what you just said, either." So when Jensen and Jared got their Texas on, I snickered but then almost choked on my drool when Jensen lounged back and drawled, "Shoooot" just like a Texas boy should.
Vin had planned to ask Jensen about his ring in the episode "Tall Tales" - when he opens a beer bottle with it, whether it was Dean characteristic or a just a Jensen thang. However, he was asked about Dean's man-jewelry before Vin got to the mic and mentioned that the ring was modeled on his own and it was just a "beer opening ring." Also, Vin's question was the first one that followed the Green Beret presentation of the coins, and the mood in the room had taken a more serious turn. I was all, "Ah, Jesus, poor Vin!" However, she was able to ask Jensen about his fondness for the song "El Paso" and subsequently invite him to El Paso's shiny new golf courses (which made him chuckle), and she dropped "latinate" on Jared (twice) and got a sexy-drawled "Gracias," from him.
I remained mute, question-less, and picture-less and the dumbass who could have spent the entire Q&A standing in line (and therefore closer) and not sitting in my Row N chair just because my boots were a-hurtin'. We did the autograph thing (though I have an autograph weirdness, I mean, what am I going to *do* with it, really?) and when I shook my hair back to say thanks to Jared, he mirrored the hair shake when he said 'you're welcome.' It was a moment. A moment I have since laden with meaning. It's a me'n'Jared thing. You wouldn't understand. *g*
At one of our "Hi, stranger!" smoke breaks, we met the woman who was in charge of the security detail/volunteers. She told us many amusing stories, but the best was that her daughter, a non-genre TV fan, had been given the duty of guarding the green room. Jared at one point poked his head out and the daughter said, "My mom said no one goes in this room and no one comes out!" Jared swallowed and said, "Well, can you ask your mom to come take me to the bathroom?" *dies*
The Wincest May Have Been a Clever Ploy of Clickiness
The best part of the con for me (with my previousplan desire to wear a Kurt Cobain-esque, "Corporate Conventions Still Suck" t-shirt) was the fangirling. I got to spend a six-day weekend with my bestest LJ-friend in the whole Southwest, squeeze Fem multiple times, meet kittyzams and make new friends and acquaintances, randomly drop Buffy trivia on the unsuspecting and Vin and I capped off the weekend with a marathon of Supernatural, Gilmore Girls, Weeds *and* the movie that cemented the fact that I love Vin more than my luggage - Steel Magnolias.
It was a weekend completely composed of random sound effects. If you could have been a cricket on the wall, Vin and I would have sounded something like this, with attributed references following:
I had far more fun than I anticipated, despite the school of planning badly, and the standout moment for me remains when Vin asked Sunday morning (just before the Jared & Jensen panel) "How we doin' on time, Sue?" and I glanced at her (living on West-Texas time) laptop clock and said, "8:20" she said, "Cool," and then wandered in a few moments later, looked at the hotel clock (which was on Illinois time) and said, "Jesus Christ, Sue! We have like, twenty minutes! Hair! Eyeliner!" She jerked me over to the mirror and gave me the quickest and best blow-out since chapter 3 of your-favorite-Wincest-here and then turned to me seriously, looked me in the eyes, and in the words of our favorite movie said, "It's a little bit poofier than I'd normally do, but I'm nervous."
ETA:adis723's take is here
It's a 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes; it's dark and we're wearing sun glasses. Hit it! --- The Blues Brothers
So back when the Chicago Con was announced, and I believe Nick and Jensen? (Maybe Jared?) were signed on,
adis723 [henceforth known as "Vin" to save me from html] mentioned that it could be an interesting adventure, but no. However, when it was listed as Nick Brendon, Samantha Ferris and Jensen and Jared, Vin was all, "Dude. We're going."She called me later to say that we had waited so long that the Gold Tickets were sold out, but that she thought that it only meant we didn't get the photo-op, and did I care about missing that. I was all, "Yeah, stand next to Jared Padalecki and have photographic evidence that there's someone with prettier hair than me? Pfft. Not happening."
She flew into OKC from Tejas; we watched our first SPN episode together -- "Red Sky at Morning" (which we both felt was "eh" - other than cougar-mama Gert perving on Sam, and those of you in the know will understand how amusing I found that.)
We had made plans to meet up with
femmenerd [henceforth known as "Fem"] in Chicago, although technically we were in...well, the town wasn't Chambord, but that's what I kept calling it. Vin will have the tale of the "But not in a gay way" guy, but I must point out that I have *no* sense of direction. None. Whatsoever. Luckily, neither does Vin. Luckily in the way that I don't get on her nerves with my lack of planning and direction. So we wander down to the check-in and head toward the tables with big hot pink pom-pon thingies because they're the same color as our tickets. Turns out that's a black-tie ball for an insurance company. We turn back and look around and I elbow Vin and say, "Dude. How the hell did we miss the long-ass line of very pale - paler than most people - folks in Supernatural t-shirts? It was all the pink - it was like the mothership was calling me home."We had an awesome dinner at the hotel restaurant after checking out the meal served to the tourists at the adjacent table, causing said tourists to ask where we were from, what we did and how we came to visit Chicago. Vin answered that we were both full-time students and then hedged that, "Chicago? Eh, we'd never been here before, so why not?" I snorted and kicked her under the table. Why, yes, two unemployed students deciding to take a weekend jaunt to Chicago just because. Nothing at *all* to do with "Boys! Pretty!"
Sam & Fred - 'Cause we're close like that.
The next morning was the Frederic Lehne coffee incident, followed by Vin and me stalking after other fangirls across the street to the mall to find food. That was a fucking confusing mall. Labyrinthian, even. We kept checking the mall directory and then kept circling and circling. Vin was all, "We should have had a plan!" (we were trying to get back for Frederic and Samantha's panels) and I said, "This *was* the plan" and she was all, "This was the plan? Walking real quick was the plan?" (We saluted Buffy and Angel constantly in paraphrased form.)
Okay, don't ask me how it happened, but between the hair fixin' (there were some serious blow-out, flat ironing sessions -- Vin and I proudly represented a tradition of three Miss Americas from Texas and five from Oklahoma and do not allow our personal fangirling to interfere with our ability to do good hair - the South's gonna rise and it's gonna be lacquered with Big Sexy HairTM) and the eatin' and the smoke/"Hi stranger, let's fangirl!" breaks, we somehow missed most of Fred Lehne's panel (Dammit!!) although I did get to hear him say, "Boys shouldn't play with Daddy's guns" *and* then missed part of Samantha Ferris' panel. Samantha Ferris is smokin' hot and terribly warm and funny and Vin's about to give up her token straight girl cred to marry her. Since I had already had a special, intimate moment with Mr. Lehne, I was able to assuage my feelings of "planning badly and missing planned events." We were able to finally stop texting Fem and
kittyzams and actually find them, tho, so there's a plan coming to fruition.Oh, Nicky, you're so fine! You're so fine you blow my mind!
yourlibrarian has a Nick Brendon panel transcript, which is awesome because I don't really remember much other than his rockin' pink tie and his Big Sexy Hair. Also, after we discovered that anyone that queued up could ask questions of the guests, not just Gold Ticketed People, I couldn't think of a single question to ask Nick Brendon. Ponder that for a moment. Four years of nothing but "Xander! Xander!" coming from this journal and I couldn't think of a single question. Of course I have dozens now, you realize. I do remember these moments, though:
When asked if he ever thought Xander was written out of character, he answered that Xander should never have become a carpenter. I had read that in a previous con Q&A and boggled. His main angst seemed to be over the hardhat (he obviously has no idea how smokin' he is in "Life Serial") but I've contemplated and read reams of Xander meta on "the one who fixes things." Nicky stated that he would have preferred that Xander keep Uncle Rory's car (yes, he said Uncle Rory) and perhaps become a private eye, leading him into an impromptu singing of "Private Eyes" by Hall & Oates. He even did the "Private Eyes *ch ch* are watching you." I squealed because I do that whole word association - sing a similar song thing (okay, lots of people do, but give me my Nicky symmetry, 'kay?)
Someone asked about the fact that Xander should have been on an episode of Angel and Nicky answered that he and Angel never had a connection and that Xander watching Angel brood wouldn't make for good TV (it has, however, been the intro to many a good fic) and that it would have made more sense for Xander to show up on a Spike show since they got along "in the way that they didn't." The Angel/Xander (even if they're cowboys) shipper in me was stymied, but the latent but never extinguished Spander love in me burst into full bloom.
Nick also commented that he didn't like his character in Season 7 (he said he was in a bad place personally, and I think he always found the eye-patch silly from some of his comments, plus the addition of other funny characters - Andrew.) I'd heard him say something similar before, and the questioner who had posed the original question added that her favorite Xander moment was the "you're not special, you're extraordinary" moment with Dawn in "Potential." Nicky clarified that the last few episodes were better.
Mostly I remember his awesome hair, his joke that he was going to answer all about Nick Brendon, "which is funny since I'm Kelly," how funny and self-effacing he was, and the rambling joke he made that involved "Children of the Corn III" and corn in his poop - classic Nicky.
Nick mentions the question Vin asked him about his movie "Blood on the Highway" on his audio blog that he updated Sunday. On the blog, he also mentions that he missed the dessert meet'n'greet (I didn't have tickets for that) because he was "tackled by" and "asked to leave by" Jensen & Jared's security, so he left. Nicky could be joking about that, but, um, it still makes me feel very weirded out. And a dirty!bad!wrong girl for wanting fic where Nicky is desperately trying to get to Jared. Did I mention that he pointed to a "Sam Winchester" banner and said that was him back in the day when he used to moisturize twice a day? And when asked if he preferred Jensen or Jared, he answered, "The one who moisturizes." I was long ago asked what characteristics Xander and I had common, and now it turns out that I can add "Jared!Girl" to that list.
I'm still happy I encountered him in the coffee line and was able to speak to him in a non-douchebaggy way, since Vin was able to get a hug from him in the autograph line and I just muttered, "Thanks" like a dipshit. I did attempt to sniff his incredibleness off of Vin's jacket, tho. Am I sharing too much?
After Nick's Q&A, I got to bask in the presence of
mpoetess, also known as the creator of my S/X love, and admire her bitchin' ponytails. And she showed me a vid of Nicky karaoking (he'd just mentioned it) which was all Nick's butt and forearms. Oh, yes. I hadn't seen MP since our Writercon panel in the '06, so that was awesome.Jensen & Jared
You know you've fangirled too hard if you can't even think "Jensen & Jared" without immediately going to "...are in love." Anyway.
Vin & I hooked up with Fem,
kittyzams along with ciaan and beckandzac and had rambling conversations that involved Rupert Grint, Spander & Spuffy (the fact that I just read "Older" will provoke a high-pitched sound from S/B girls), Clea DuVall, and those two dudes from SPN. We talked about attending the Steve Carlson concert and there was fangirl whisper that Jensen might make a sonorous drop-in. (He did not, as you all know.) The show was just all right for me (no knowledge of the material, but he has a nice voice) but it was fun to watch the fangirl freak-out around us. As we listened to the sing-a-long we could not participate in and got wrapped in a bubble of joy that didn't involve us, Vin turned to me in shruggation and said, "Seriously - we're never making anyone else that's not into SPN watch that Ballad of Jared and Jensen vid against their will again." I nodded back, "True dat."
Vin and I made a drink run (after we saw Nicky wander into the concert and then wander out - he was gone when we got to the lobby, though) and we saw Samantha Ferris in the lobby casually hanging out with a friend and didn't gawk too hard. As we were gawking, Samantha stood up, drained her glass of wine and bee-lined to the elevators. Vin elbowed me and said, "She just got a text from Jensen saying 'Meet me upstairs!'" Don't try to deny Vin's love of Dean/Ellen.
Okay, now the actual Jensen & Jared part. Confession time: I am a total dork about Jared Padalecki. I've always thought Nick Brendon was the warmest, most down-to-earth TV BFF I'd ever pretend to have, but I'm a 12 year-old reading my Jane magazine and making mix-tapes and singing into a hairbrush when it comes to Jared. And the fact that he's 12 years younger than me in no way shames my shamelessness.
Vin queued up quickly to ask her Jensen question, and requested that I stand in line with her. So there I was, 10 feet from Jensen "Genetically Engineered to Be Beautiful" Ackles, and all I could think was, "My feet hurt." In any case, I pussed out on her and went to sit down. However, did I give her my camera to take UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL pics of Jared and Jensen? No. That would have required PLANNING.
There are a million Jared & Jensen transcripts and vids (and we didn't have tickets for the breakfast of, "This one time Jensen wiped my face off in public" and Jared wiping his sweat on Jensen's sleeve) but my favorites were as follows:
When the crowd "Awwed!" over Jensen saying Jared was like a brother to him, he said "Shut Up!" in the same impatiently-indulgent way he tells Jared to "Shut the door!" in the STAR! interview.
When asked about the most embarrassing thing he and Jared had done drunk, Jensen was stumped for an answer but Jared said that they "don't ever get stupid; just goofing around on each other." Which lead me to say to Vin later, "So...when they mentioned having to crash on each other's couches, they just wanted to?" (No, I never got around to bedazzling a tinhat for myself - it's just metaphorical and tongue-in-cheek.)
The guys were asked about their Texas accents, and it was funny to me, because much like Vin and I don't notice our own and feel the need to exaggerate them if asked, I felt that Jensen and Jared are the same. (Of course I did.) The girls and I had been discussing accents the night before (since we represented many regions of the US) and I was telling the story of fangirling with
tkp and having her utterly stumped to what I was saying when I attempted "Human AU" in my accent, and I laughed when everyone said, "Yeah, I don't know what you just said, either." So when Jensen and Jared got their Texas on, I snickered but then almost choked on my drool when Jensen lounged back and drawled, "Shoooot" just like a Texas boy should. Vin had planned to ask Jensen about his ring in the episode "Tall Tales" - when he opens a beer bottle with it, whether it was Dean characteristic or a just a Jensen thang. However, he was asked about Dean's man-jewelry before Vin got to the mic and mentioned that the ring was modeled on his own and it was just a "beer opening ring." Also, Vin's question was the first one that followed the Green Beret presentation of the coins, and the mood in the room had taken a more serious turn. I was all, "Ah, Jesus, poor Vin!" However, she was able to ask Jensen about his fondness for the song "El Paso" and subsequently invite him to El Paso's shiny new golf courses (which made him chuckle), and she dropped "latinate" on Jared (twice) and got a sexy-drawled "Gracias," from him.
I remained mute, question-less, and picture-less and the dumbass who could have spent the entire Q&A standing in line (and therefore closer) and not sitting in my Row N chair just because my boots were a-hurtin'. We did the autograph thing (though I have an autograph weirdness, I mean, what am I going to *do* with it, really?) and when I shook my hair back to say thanks to Jared, he mirrored the hair shake when he said 'you're welcome.' It was a moment. A moment I have since laden with meaning. It's a me'n'Jared thing. You wouldn't understand. *g*
At one of our "Hi, stranger!" smoke breaks, we met the woman who was in charge of the security detail/volunteers. She told us many amusing stories, but the best was that her daughter, a non-genre TV fan, had been given the duty of guarding the green room. Jared at one point poked his head out and the daughter said, "My mom said no one goes in this room and no one comes out!" Jared swallowed and said, "Well, can you ask your mom to come take me to the bathroom?" *dies*
The Wincest May Have Been a Clever Ploy of Clickiness
The best part of the con for me (with my previous
kittyzams and make new friends and acquaintances, randomly drop Buffy trivia on the unsuspecting and Vin and I capped off the weekend with a marathon of Supernatural, Gilmore Girls, Weeds *and* the movie that cemented the fact that I love Vin more than my luggage - Steel Magnolias.It was a weekend completely composed of random sound effects. If you could have been a cricket on the wall, Vin and I would have sounded something like this, with attributed references following:
"Shoooot." (Jensen, Creation Con) "How'm I 'sposed to git my hair done, if you git in the shower before me?" (Jensen, Season 2 gag reel paraphrase) "My hair is soooooooo dark." (Cordelia, "The Shroud of Rahmon" paraphrase) "How's my hair - cool? Left side, cool? Right side, not so cool?" (Lorelai as Dean, Gilmore Girls) "Symbolism. The word I believe you're looking for is symbolism." (Boondock Saints) "That Jared Padalecki is one big hangin' man." (Paraphrased from Steel Magnolias) "Excuse me, I have to call EVERYONE I have EVER met, right now!" (Cordelia, "Welcome to the Hellmouth") "And then there was Wincest." (Vin, at random times during the con.) "But not in a gay way." (Megadeth shirt guy on his Jared and Jensen love.)
I had far more fun than I anticipated, despite the school of planning badly, and the standout moment for me remains when Vin asked Sunday morning (just before the Jared & Jensen panel) "How we doin' on time, Sue?" and I glanced at her (living on West-Texas time) laptop clock and said, "8:20" she said, "Cool," and then wandered in a few moments later, looked at the hotel clock (which was on Illinois time) and said, "Jesus Christ, Sue! We have like, twenty minutes! Hair! Eyeliner!" She jerked me over to the mirror and gave me the quickest and best blow-out since chapter 3 of your-favorite-Wincest-here and then turned to me seriously, looked me in the eyes, and in the words of our favorite movie said, "It's a little bit poofier than I'd normally do, but I'm nervous."
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