Nashcon in a Nutshell
So. SO. My first convention. Ever. Supernatural. Nashville. This weekend.
It happened, and some of the coolest shit occurred.
- Went with my BFF, sin_unforgiven!
- Met up with some awesome internet people, queenklu and tombolguid.
- GOT A HUG FROM MISHA FUCKING COLLINS.
- Ran into Richard Speight Jr. and had a fucking conversation with this man fucking fuck.
Firstly, stayed with my Aunt and Mimi, who housed us/fed us/were generally wonderful.
First day, we meet up with some of Sin's friends, AND WE WERE SUPER NERVOUS BUT KLU AND TOMBOLGUID ARE AWESOME PEOPLE SO THAT WENT BETTER THAN EXPECTED.
The panels rocked, and I think I'm legitimately in love with Rob Benedict now, because oh my god. Oh my god, how can one man be so damn adorable? I think it's because he's pocket-sized.
So the Friday night karaoke was fun. Me and Sin left early because, ew, ear-splitting headache, and Sebastian Roche was shaking his ass at us too much (it starts to effect you in the most interesting of ways, I swear it does). We got the DL from Klu what happened later, though~
Saturday, came in late to the Richard/Matt panel, BUT AT ONE POINT THEY WERE RANDOMLY WALKING TO THE BACK OF THE AUDITORIUM (which was great, because Sin and I had bought the nose-bleed section tickets), AND THEY WERE CLOSE ENOUGH TO TOUCH. CLOSE ENOUGH TO TOUCH. At one point, Sin turned to me and was all, "... I should have high-fived Richard Speight Jr. He was right there."
But from that, I got two decent pictures via my phone:
Richard Speight Jr., scoping the audience for anyone willing to pay $30 for one of Matt Cohen's shirts.
Matt Cohen, shirtless, after having given his shirt to someone who payed $30 for it.
The shirtless pic is a little blurry, BUT STILL.
Okay, okay, so my birthday was on the 1st, and when I went to visit my Aunt and Mimi, they gave me some birthday money. Which I totally used to buy a Misha Collins photo op. >>
And guys. Guys? I felt like a motherfucking badass, twice, during the next two super epic events.
The first, I was standing in line to take a pic with Misha, extremely nervous beforehand, but as soon as I stepped into the same room as him I was oddly calm. It's like a sense of, "girl, be cool," washed over me, and when it was my turn, I turned on the swag.
Misha was all, "Hi, how are you?"
And I was all, "I'm wonderful, how are you?"
I walked over, cocked my head to the side, and held open my arms.
Said, "Do I get a hug?"
And he was like, "Of course!"
And then he super hugged me. Not this side-hug bullshit, but full-frontal, breasts-to-chest, I-will-never-hug-another-human-being-again super hugged me.
Misha Collins held me in his arms.
I left, gave a little wave, and said, "Have a good night!"
And then as soon as I walked out the door, I could feel my heart fluttering in my chest and I was about one-thousand percent sure that I was going to keel over and die.
My second moment of swag was with Richard Speight Jr., and guys, as an aside, I have a crush on this man now. He is so fucking adorable, I CAN'T EVEN.
So after the Jensen and Jared panel, me and Sin are making our way to the front of the hotel because we've got a 2-hour drive back home. We're walking past this one area with a gelato store, and Sin turns to me and goes, "Hey, do you want some gelato?" I'd forgotten it was even there, so I zeroed in on the super bitchin' ice cream treat (who wouldn't want a cup of delicious gelato?) and suddenly I see a man in a suit. I blink, turn to Sin, stage-whisper, "Is that Richard Speight Jr.?" She looks at me, back to him, and says, "I don't-- I think-- I think it is."
(All of this is paraphrasing, of course.)
So we walk over there. He is close enough to touch. There's some random blonde lady with him, and she looks kind of official, so my first thought it, "Don't look crazy. Don't look crazy, or she might try to escort you away."
Once again, feeling of calm washes over me when I get close, and before I can even think, I find myself turning to Richard and saying, "Excuse me? I just wanted to say that we really loved your panel, and we think you're a wonderful actor."
He turns to me and Sin, and is SO FUCKING ADORABLE IT'S PAINFUL. Says, "Oh, thank you! Where are you from?"
We tell him we live in Tennessee, come from a small town a couple hours away. He smiles, is just generally friendly, and tells us to have a safe trip home, and then, and then, "Enjoy your ice cream, ladies."
I nod, say thank you, we will, and he stands there for a couple more seconds, waiting on his ice cream, while me and Sin just mill about and look all casual-like, like, oh yeah, celebrity standing right beside us? No big deal.
And then he left, and we stared at each other, and didn't even fucking buy ice cream because ohmygod.
I JUST.
GUYS.
THAT PRETTY MUCH MADE MY ENTIRE WEEKEND.
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And before I have an ovary explosion, one more little tidbit:
Saturday night, I called my boyfriend (we usually only text, and this is the first real conversation we've ever had on the phone). I was telling him about my weekend, and at one point this beautiful exchange comes out:
Me: I got a hug from my favourite actor. I can't hug you for a while because it might taint the experience.
Boyfriend: I'll just break his arms off and give them to you so you can hug him anytime you want.
Me: ... And ruin his acting career in the process? Great.
Boyfriend: If he's really a good actor, he doesn't even need arms.
It happened, and some of the coolest shit occurred.
- Went with my BFF, sin_unforgiven!
- Met up with some awesome internet people, queenklu and tombolguid.
- GOT A HUG FROM MISHA FUCKING COLLINS.
- Ran into Richard Speight Jr. and had a fucking conversation with this man fucking fuck.
Firstly, stayed with my Aunt and Mimi, who housed us/fed us/were generally wonderful.
First day, we meet up with some of Sin's friends, AND WE WERE SUPER NERVOUS BUT KLU AND TOMBOLGUID ARE AWESOME PEOPLE SO THAT WENT BETTER THAN EXPECTED.
The panels rocked, and I think I'm legitimately in love with Rob Benedict now, because oh my god. Oh my god, how can one man be so damn adorable? I think it's because he's pocket-sized.
So the Friday night karaoke was fun. Me and Sin left early because, ew, ear-splitting headache, and Sebastian Roche was shaking his ass at us too much (it starts to effect you in the most interesting of ways, I swear it does). We got the DL from Klu what happened later, though~
Saturday, came in late to the Richard/Matt panel, BUT AT ONE POINT THEY WERE RANDOMLY WALKING TO THE BACK OF THE AUDITORIUM (which was great, because Sin and I had bought the nose-bleed section tickets), AND THEY WERE CLOSE ENOUGH TO TOUCH. CLOSE ENOUGH TO TOUCH. At one point, Sin turned to me and was all, "... I should have high-fived Richard Speight Jr. He was right there."
But from that, I got two decent pictures via my phone:
Richard Speight Jr., scoping the audience for anyone willing to pay $30 for one of Matt Cohen's shirts.
Matt Cohen, shirtless, after having given his shirt to someone who payed $30 for it.
The shirtless pic is a little blurry, BUT STILL.
Okay, okay, so my birthday was on the 1st, and when I went to visit my Aunt and Mimi, they gave me some birthday money. Which I totally used to buy a Misha Collins photo op. >>
And guys. Guys? I felt like a motherfucking badass, twice, during the next two super epic events.
The first, I was standing in line to take a pic with Misha, extremely nervous beforehand, but as soon as I stepped into the same room as him I was oddly calm. It's like a sense of, "girl, be cool," washed over me, and when it was my turn, I turned on the swag.
Misha was all, "Hi, how are you?"
And I was all, "I'm wonderful, how are you?"
I walked over, cocked my head to the side, and held open my arms.
Said, "Do I get a hug?"
And he was like, "Of course!"
And then he super hugged me. Not this side-hug bullshit, but full-frontal, breasts-to-chest, I-will-never-hug-another-human-being-again super hugged me.
Misha Collins held me in his arms.
I left, gave a little wave, and said, "Have a good night!"
And then as soon as I walked out the door, I could feel my heart fluttering in my chest and I was about one-thousand percent sure that I was going to keel over and die.
My second moment of swag was with Richard Speight Jr., and guys, as an aside, I have a crush on this man now. He is so fucking adorable, I CAN'T EVEN.
So after the Jensen and Jared panel, me and Sin are making our way to the front of the hotel because we've got a 2-hour drive back home. We're walking past this one area with a gelato store, and Sin turns to me and goes, "Hey, do you want some gelato?" I'd forgotten it was even there, so I zeroed in on the super bitchin' ice cream treat (who wouldn't want a cup of delicious gelato?) and suddenly I see a man in a suit. I blink, turn to Sin, stage-whisper, "Is that Richard Speight Jr.?" She looks at me, back to him, and says, "I don't-- I think-- I think it is."
(All of this is paraphrasing, of course.)
So we walk over there. He is close enough to touch. There's some random blonde lady with him, and she looks kind of official, so my first thought it, "Don't look crazy. Don't look crazy, or she might try to escort you away."
Once again, feeling of calm washes over me when I get close, and before I can even think, I find myself turning to Richard and saying, "Excuse me? I just wanted to say that we really loved your panel, and we think you're a wonderful actor."
He turns to me and Sin, and is SO FUCKING ADORABLE IT'S PAINFUL. Says, "Oh, thank you! Where are you from?"
We tell him we live in Tennessee, come from a small town a couple hours away. He smiles, is just generally friendly, and tells us to have a safe trip home, and then, and then, "Enjoy your ice cream, ladies."
I nod, say thank you, we will, and he stands there for a couple more seconds, waiting on his ice cream, while me and Sin just mill about and look all casual-like, like, oh yeah, celebrity standing right beside us? No big deal.
And then he left, and we stared at each other, and didn't even fucking buy ice cream because ohmygod.
I JUST.
GUYS.
THAT PRETTY MUCH MADE MY ENTIRE WEEKEND.
asl;dk;laskddlaskd;askd;slkdfljslkda;lskda;lskdas;ld
And before I have an ovary explosion, one more little tidbit:
Saturday night, I called my boyfriend (we usually only text, and this is the first real conversation we've ever had on the phone). I was telling him about my weekend, and at one point this beautiful exchange comes out:
Me: I got a hug from my favourite actor. I can't hug you for a while because it might taint the experience.
Boyfriend: I'll just break his arms off and give them to you so you can hug him anytime you want.
Me: ... And ruin his acting career in the process? Great.
Boyfriend: If he's really a good actor, he doesn't even need arms.