Mack trucked
So I'm doing everything possible not to revise because you know, I really do enjoy failure - it doesn't make me try...
I realised I forgot a picture in yesterday's lot too and also some very fangirl, stalkerish tales, so without further ado -
Jensen Ackles had his coffee lounge thing last thing on the Saturday, and we didn't have anywhere better to be so we just minced around on the first floor lobby, waiting for him to get done. By this point we had sussed the schedule and understood where everyone was going to be and when they would be heading out and therefore, when prime photo opportunity would be. So, hanging, chilling, whatever, counting down the time to 5.30pm and I don't know if he was bang on time, because, who wastes time looking at their watch when the most beautiful man alive could walk out any second now?
And walk out he did; and once more, my camera had a bad reaction but if nothing else, at least I can prove just how close to le Jensen I really was:
Sigh, ain't he just a thing'a beauty?
So then we (dazedizzy and jxisxthexnuts and Lena (Moonie?)) headed downstairs to discuss the plan of action for the evening (for the Saturday, i.e., dinner with Nuns) and there we were discussing, discussing and then ding! Elevator doors open and lo and behold...it's Jensen freaking Ackles! (and also Allison Mack but I was too blinded by the Jensen to notice, even though I love her!) I have to confess that that may have been my one true fangirl moment because I think (memory doesn't work too well around Jensen either apparently) I squealed. Facepalm. That's right. Or giggled. Or something equally mundane. However, it was cut short by jxisxthexnuts going, "WE LOVE YOU JENSEN ACKLES!" (because you know, there might have been another Jensen in the building at that precise moment, haha). Needless to say, that sobers you up about as quick as walking into on your parents having sex, or something equally disturbing. I mean, we didn't want to scare the poor boy! (remember, this was the same day Jensen got jumped)
Before we could recover from the madness, ding! And out pops Justin Hartley and Alan Ritchson - with a huge bottle of champagne I might add - hello party! Ding! And there comes Alona Tal, Nicki Aycox and Brooke Nevin. By this time our excitement had understandly subsided somewhat, but, and here I do hide my face in shame somewhat, experience finally caught up with me. I have, in fact, stalked a celebrity before. Yes, I confess, during his hey day, I had the privilege of molesting one Nick Carter. And I knew how the machine was greased. So, in true fanarazzi fashion, I came up the bright idea of heading out to the hotel back exit. It was a chance move, but apparently, I'm just that good, because there it was, the big coach waiting to whisk our beloved away.
You notice by now of course, the obvious lack of photos. Firstly from the elevators, because we completely hadn't expected them to just pop out like that, so cameras were NOT at the ready. Secondly, at the coach, what were we gonna do?? We had already made ourselves look the biggest bunch of obsessive freaks ever (me and jxisxthexnuts, because dazedizzy and Lena had too much dignity to follow our crazy escapades); I don't know about jxisxthexnuts, but I wasn't prepared to jump all the way over to the entrance of the coach and try to sneak some pictures. Yes by that point, reality and a sense of self preservation and shame kicked in, and I stopped, at the corner.
So yeah, that's our stalker moment over.
Moving on to the Sunday.
Well, having missed the Jensen stage talk on the Saturday thanks to crap seating and ventilation in the auditorium, dazedizzy and I had decided to get down there early to get good seats. But also to queue up for the second set of on the day photo shoot tickets, for people with day tickets who hadn't managed to score any online. Now, call us selfish, because some people hadn't even had one photo, and there we were looking for a second because we didn't like our first lot, but we didn't care. So queue queue queue and we had us some tickets. Unfortunately, his photoshoot was right then, so we couldn't go shotgun good seats. At any rate, his stage talk was in the afternoon and they kick everybody out at lunch time anyway so we figured this wasn't an issue. So, here's the second Jensen photoshoot.
Before the abuse comes in for selfishness and greed, there were in fact tickets left over so, we hadn't deprived some poor desperate fan of the opportunity to abuse Jensen.
By this point, we had also sussed the raffle ticket system for the coffee lounges. Having missed Alan yesterday, and the devastation of realising that it would have been a two (me and Izzy) on one session? yeah, we were determined to get in every opportunity today. So, we headed straight for the raffle table and got some tickets in the hopes of getting the Alan and Justin coffee lounge, as well as the Allison Mack and Alona Tal coffee lounge, and of course, the one with Jensen.
Would you believe it? Apparently our luck was beginning to change, because dazedizzy's ticket got picked for the Allison Mack coffee lounge! Only problem, I didn't, and it was another £20 and, it's worth bearing in mind that together, we had both spent £2000 in preparation for, and at, this Convention. My adoration for Allison Mack had no doubt grown over the weekend, what with her being SO friendly at her autograph session yesterday (did I talk about that in the other post? I'll talk about it in this one), but, I didn't honestly have anything to say to her! And dazedizzy wasn't a particularly huge fan either so...as much as it pained me, dazedizzy gave the ticket away.
So, the Allison Mack signing (in case you hadn't realised, I've given up on the strict adherance to chronological order thing; it comes the way it comes, deal with it LOL). They were doing it by ticket number (only her and Jensen had this system since they are arguably the bigger stars) and we were 517 and 518 but because her signing was downstairs (the main action was upstairs), and also because her signing happened at the same time as the Jensen stage talk (the same thing that deprived Alan of any coffee loungers - still hurts me), it was pretty quiet so they let us through. Can I just say, she is SO NICE! I know "nice" is basically a redundant word because it gets used so much but she really is. She's so friendly and genuine and even though she may be thinking, "God, when can I get outta here," she makes you feel like she honestly appreciated you rocking up to see her. I was slightly less stupid (subject to opinion) at her signing and was like, "hey! I love your hair! I like, watch Smallville for your hair!" and she laughs and goes,
"oh really?? Well I love what you've done with yours, I like the curls!" to which I reply,
"Well come to my hotel and I'll curl it for you" and the second those words came out, I was just like, 'please, someone drop an anvil on the psychopath stalker already' because how creepy did that sound?? so to save myself I was like,
"But I'm not crazy! I promise! And to prove it, I even have a business card," so I handed her my business card that says I host and promote parties in London (anyone ever need hooking up, holler) and laughed and was like, "oh cool, so what do you exactly, do you organise parties or just promote them" and I go,
"Well both, I pretty much put people on the guestlist, they come down, I book them a table and hook them up with free drinks, which is always good!" and she says,
"Yeah, definitely." And then I said something like,
"And I'm in Vancouver from November for this ski season job I'm doing, but if you feel like getting me a job on set, then feel free! You can be like, "she throws cool parties, so give her a job!"" and I think she thought I was massive douchebag but she went,
"Well, I don't actually do the hiring, but yeah," and I was all,
"Well, just tell them I throw good parties," and goes, "yeah, definitely."
And because I had a gazillion things for her to sign (it was two, but, somehow I managed to stall time and chat to her for what seemed like AGES - you guys are reading the transcript you tell me how long it seems!) we chatted some more. dazedizzy had gone before me and obviously mentioned knowing me because Allison was like,
"So how do you know your friend?"
And at this point, my face kinda dropped, because, I have this thing that if you meet people online, and then meet them offline, it reflects on your lack of offline life, if you see what I mean. (not in a judgemental way at all) And then to have to tell a celebrity that?? But I was like, what the hell, she asked me a question, so I was like,
"Um, well, we actually met at Jensen forum," and she grinned and was like, "oh really?" so I goes,
"Yeah, but I try not to make a habit of making all my friends online, she's the only one, so it's a club with a very exclusive membership!" which she cracked up at.
And I think that about sums it up.
Later on, I had a photoshoot with her and had put some jeans on under my top/dress thing, and she noticed! I walked in and she was like, "hey you changed your pants!" and I was like, "yeah, I was feeling a little naked," to which she laughed and went, "well naked's good sometimes!"
I look like such a doofus.
And then our luck changed some more (back to Sunday), because we got the coffee lounge for Justin and Alan too! But only me, and dazedizzy was a huge Justin fan, and I really want to go so Alan, so we had a bit of a dilemma. So we went and collected mine and loitered around, hoping some fool wouldn't come collect on their ticket, but would you believe it? Some girl had a spare that had also been picked and just gave it to us! If I believed in karma, then this would have been it. Unfortunately, I don't remember doing anything good earlier, so, it had to have been sheer luck.
So we went to this coffee lounge thing, it wasn't packed because I guess we were early and we sat ourselves down, trying to pick the best seats. I wanted to sit next to the guys, and dazedizzy wanted to sit opposite. She won and we sat opposite and we were just milling when they walked in, and God, they are TALL! Like I already knew this from the Alan photoshoot but the guys are just, head up to the ceiling! And they were so chilled and were like, "what's up??" and it just completely set the mood (the Nicki and Brooke one had it's awkward moments where the girls didn't know what to say, and nobody had any questions) but this was totally different from the second they walked in.
Alan especially was like, "so what's up, how's it going? You guys having fun?"
And before we go into details, let me just say, they are HILARIOUS! I swear we spent the whole hour just on the floor in stitches. Justin is shockingly funny. I hadn't had the best impression of him so far (from the autograph session on the Saturday...d'oh! I forgot to talk about that yesterday too! It's official, choronology is not my thing); at the signing he was very short, untalkative, seemed very moody, and sullen, and I might go so far as to say rude. Bearing in mind I had Allison Mack to compare him too.
But my perception's were dramatically altered. Fair enough the guy lights up most when he's talking about his daughter (Isabelle, two and a half if I remember correctly) but he's also really funny but the thing is, his expression doesn't change. He'll be telling the most rib crackingly hysterical story ever and he'll have the straightest, most severe expression on! But anyway.
So Alan was telling us how he wasn't freaked out about all the fangirls; he was a huge sportsfan, especially baseball and he would go and get his things signed all the time so he completely understood that. But he was also (and still is) and HUGE Jim Carrey fan, like, obsessively. I think he said it started with Ace Ventura: Nature Calls (the second one) and how, at his local music/dvd/video store, they had a huge cardboard cut out of him and he actually went up to the staff and asked if he could have it, and they let him! And then, Jim Carry was filming the Truman Show real close to where Alan lived, so he was down at the set one time. And being a kid oblivious to how these things worked, he just ran past security and everything and nearly made it on set before they caught him and dragged him out while he was like, "JIM CARREYYYYY!" After that, he spent a few days on the lawn separating him from the set, just sitting there with this huge cardboard cut out of his idol and Jim would step out of his trailer and Alan would be like, "JIM, WILL YOU SIGN THIS??" And Jim Carrey just laughed.
Christ, is this the longest ass post ever or what? Sorry for the abruptness but I think I'll continue this later - I just looked at the time and I have a final tomorrow!
I realised I forgot a picture in yesterday's lot too and also some very fangirl, stalkerish tales, so without further ado -
Jensen Ackles had his coffee lounge thing last thing on the Saturday, and we didn't have anywhere better to be so we just minced around on the first floor lobby, waiting for him to get done. By this point we had sussed the schedule and understood where everyone was going to be and when they would be heading out and therefore, when prime photo opportunity would be. So, hanging, chilling, whatever, counting down the time to 5.30pm and I don't know if he was bang on time, because, who wastes time looking at their watch when the most beautiful man alive could walk out any second now?
And walk out he did; and once more, my camera had a bad reaction but if nothing else, at least I can prove just how close to le Jensen I really was:
Sigh, ain't he just a thing'a beauty?
So then we (dazedizzy and jxisxthexnuts and Lena (Moonie?)) headed downstairs to discuss the plan of action for the evening (for the Saturday, i.e., dinner with Nuns) and there we were discussing, discussing and then ding! Elevator doors open and lo and behold...it's Jensen freaking Ackles! (and also Allison Mack but I was too blinded by the Jensen to notice, even though I love her!) I have to confess that that may have been my one true fangirl moment because I think (memory doesn't work too well around Jensen either apparently) I squealed. Facepalm. That's right. Or giggled. Or something equally mundane. However, it was cut short by jxisxthexnuts going, "WE LOVE YOU JENSEN ACKLES!" (because you know, there might have been another Jensen in the building at that precise moment, haha). Needless to say, that sobers you up about as quick as walking into on your parents having sex, or something equally disturbing. I mean, we didn't want to scare the poor boy! (remember, this was the same day Jensen got jumped)
Before we could recover from the madness, ding! And out pops Justin Hartley and Alan Ritchson - with a huge bottle of champagne I might add - hello party! Ding! And there comes Alona Tal, Nicki Aycox and Brooke Nevin. By this time our excitement had understandly subsided somewhat, but, and here I do hide my face in shame somewhat, experience finally caught up with me. I have, in fact, stalked a celebrity before. Yes, I confess, during his hey day, I had the privilege of molesting one Nick Carter. And I knew how the machine was greased. So, in true fanarazzi fashion, I came up the bright idea of heading out to the hotel back exit. It was a chance move, but apparently, I'm just that good, because there it was, the big coach waiting to whisk our beloved away.
You notice by now of course, the obvious lack of photos. Firstly from the elevators, because we completely hadn't expected them to just pop out like that, so cameras were NOT at the ready. Secondly, at the coach, what were we gonna do?? We had already made ourselves look the biggest bunch of obsessive freaks ever (me and jxisxthexnuts, because dazedizzy and Lena had too much dignity to follow our crazy escapades); I don't know about jxisxthexnuts, but I wasn't prepared to jump all the way over to the entrance of the coach and try to sneak some pictures. Yes by that point, reality and a sense of self preservation and shame kicked in, and I stopped, at the corner.
So yeah, that's our stalker moment over.
Moving on to the Sunday.
Well, having missed the Jensen stage talk on the Saturday thanks to crap seating and ventilation in the auditorium, dazedizzy and I had decided to get down there early to get good seats. But also to queue up for the second set of on the day photo shoot tickets, for people with day tickets who hadn't managed to score any online. Now, call us selfish, because some people hadn't even had one photo, and there we were looking for a second because we didn't like our first lot, but we didn't care. So queue queue queue and we had us some tickets. Unfortunately, his photoshoot was right then, so we couldn't go shotgun good seats. At any rate, his stage talk was in the afternoon and they kick everybody out at lunch time anyway so we figured this wasn't an issue. So, here's the second Jensen photoshoot.
Before the abuse comes in for selfishness and greed, there were in fact tickets left over so, we hadn't deprived some poor desperate fan of the opportunity to abuse Jensen.
By this point, we had also sussed the raffle ticket system for the coffee lounges. Having missed Alan yesterday, and the devastation of realising that it would have been a two (me and Izzy) on one session? yeah, we were determined to get in every opportunity today. So, we headed straight for the raffle table and got some tickets in the hopes of getting the Alan and Justin coffee lounge, as well as the Allison Mack and Alona Tal coffee lounge, and of course, the one with Jensen.
Would you believe it? Apparently our luck was beginning to change, because dazedizzy's ticket got picked for the Allison Mack coffee lounge! Only problem, I didn't, and it was another £20 and, it's worth bearing in mind that together, we had both spent £2000 in preparation for, and at, this Convention. My adoration for Allison Mack had no doubt grown over the weekend, what with her being SO friendly at her autograph session yesterday (did I talk about that in the other post? I'll talk about it in this one), but, I didn't honestly have anything to say to her! And dazedizzy wasn't a particularly huge fan either so...as much as it pained me, dazedizzy gave the ticket away.
So, the Allison Mack signing (in case you hadn't realised, I've given up on the strict adherance to chronological order thing; it comes the way it comes, deal with it LOL). They were doing it by ticket number (only her and Jensen had this system since they are arguably the bigger stars) and we were 517 and 518 but because her signing was downstairs (the main action was upstairs), and also because her signing happened at the same time as the Jensen stage talk (the same thing that deprived Alan of any coffee loungers - still hurts me), it was pretty quiet so they let us through. Can I just say, she is SO NICE! I know "nice" is basically a redundant word because it gets used so much but she really is. She's so friendly and genuine and even though she may be thinking, "God, when can I get outta here," she makes you feel like she honestly appreciated you rocking up to see her. I was slightly less stupid (subject to opinion) at her signing and was like, "hey! I love your hair! I like, watch Smallville for your hair!" and she laughs and goes,
"oh really?? Well I love what you've done with yours, I like the curls!" to which I reply,
"Well come to my hotel and I'll curl it for you" and the second those words came out, I was just like, 'please, someone drop an anvil on the psychopath stalker already' because how creepy did that sound?? so to save myself I was like,
"But I'm not crazy! I promise! And to prove it, I even have a business card," so I handed her my business card that says I host and promote parties in London (anyone ever need hooking up, holler) and laughed and was like, "oh cool, so what do you exactly, do you organise parties or just promote them" and I go,
"Well both, I pretty much put people on the guestlist, they come down, I book them a table and hook them up with free drinks, which is always good!" and she says,
"Yeah, definitely." And then I said something like,
"And I'm in Vancouver from November for this ski season job I'm doing, but if you feel like getting me a job on set, then feel free! You can be like, "she throws cool parties, so give her a job!"" and I think she thought I was massive douchebag but she went,
"Well, I don't actually do the hiring, but yeah," and I was all,
"Well, just tell them I throw good parties," and goes, "yeah, definitely."
And because I had a gazillion things for her to sign (it was two, but, somehow I managed to stall time and chat to her for what seemed like AGES - you guys are reading the transcript you tell me how long it seems!) we chatted some more. dazedizzy had gone before me and obviously mentioned knowing me because Allison was like,
"So how do you know your friend?"
And at this point, my face kinda dropped, because, I have this thing that if you meet people online, and then meet them offline, it reflects on your lack of offline life, if you see what I mean. (not in a judgemental way at all) And then to have to tell a celebrity that?? But I was like, what the hell, she asked me a question, so I was like,
"Um, well, we actually met at Jensen forum," and she grinned and was like, "oh really?" so I goes,
"Yeah, but I try not to make a habit of making all my friends online, she's the only one, so it's a club with a very exclusive membership!" which she cracked up at.
And I think that about sums it up.
Later on, I had a photoshoot with her and had put some jeans on under my top/dress thing, and she noticed! I walked in and she was like, "hey you changed your pants!" and I was like, "yeah, I was feeling a little naked," to which she laughed and went, "well naked's good sometimes!"
I look like such a doofus.
And then our luck changed some more (back to Sunday), because we got the coffee lounge for Justin and Alan too! But only me, and dazedizzy was a huge Justin fan, and I really want to go so Alan, so we had a bit of a dilemma. So we went and collected mine and loitered around, hoping some fool wouldn't come collect on their ticket, but would you believe it? Some girl had a spare that had also been picked and just gave it to us! If I believed in karma, then this would have been it. Unfortunately, I don't remember doing anything good earlier, so, it had to have been sheer luck.
So we went to this coffee lounge thing, it wasn't packed because I guess we were early and we sat ourselves down, trying to pick the best seats. I wanted to sit next to the guys, and dazedizzy wanted to sit opposite. She won and we sat opposite and we were just milling when they walked in, and God, they are TALL! Like I already knew this from the Alan photoshoot but the guys are just, head up to the ceiling! And they were so chilled and were like, "what's up??" and it just completely set the mood (the Nicki and Brooke one had it's awkward moments where the girls didn't know what to say, and nobody had any questions) but this was totally different from the second they walked in.
Alan especially was like, "so what's up, how's it going? You guys having fun?"
And before we go into details, let me just say, they are HILARIOUS! I swear we spent the whole hour just on the floor in stitches. Justin is shockingly funny. I hadn't had the best impression of him so far (from the autograph session on the Saturday...d'oh! I forgot to talk about that yesterday too! It's official, choronology is not my thing); at the signing he was very short, untalkative, seemed very moody, and sullen, and I might go so far as to say rude. Bearing in mind I had Allison Mack to compare him too.
But my perception's were dramatically altered. Fair enough the guy lights up most when he's talking about his daughter (Isabelle, two and a half if I remember correctly) but he's also really funny but the thing is, his expression doesn't change. He'll be telling the most rib crackingly hysterical story ever and he'll have the straightest, most severe expression on! But anyway.
So Alan was telling us how he wasn't freaked out about all the fangirls; he was a huge sportsfan, especially baseball and he would go and get his things signed all the time so he completely understood that. But he was also (and still is) and HUGE Jim Carrey fan, like, obsessively. I think he said it started with Ace Ventura: Nature Calls (the second one) and how, at his local music/dvd/video store, they had a huge cardboard cut out of him and he actually went up to the staff and asked if he could have it, and they let him! And then, Jim Carry was filming the Truman Show real close to where Alan lived, so he was down at the set one time. And being a kid oblivious to how these things worked, he just ran past security and everything and nearly made it on set before they caught him and dragged him out while he was like, "JIM CARREYYYYY!" After that, he spent a few days on the lawn separating him from the set, just sitting there with this huge cardboard cut out of his idol and Jim would step out of his trailer and Alan would be like, "JIM, WILL YOU SIGN THIS??" And Jim Carrey just laughed.
Christ, is this the longest ass post ever or what? Sorry for the abruptness but I think I'll continue this later - I just looked at the time and I have a final tomorrow!