Jeffrey Foucault was every bit as dreamily amazing live on Friday night as I thought he would be.
mekka and I pretty much held hands the for the entire set, we couldn't help it, there was so much dreaminess it was the only way to keep from squeeing out loud and making fools of ourselves. Oh, the dreaminess. *sigh* He was wearing one of those cowboy plaid shirts with snaps and shiny shoes with his jeans and smiled while he sung. I would go see him again in a second, which hopefully will be soonish since, as he revealed in one of the funny and endearing stories he told between songs, he lives relatively near by.
I still haven't watched all of the SPN S2 extras (though what I have seen has been good) but I have watched the gag reel about a million times now and I will never get enough of watching the rock, paper, scissors bit. The way Jensen's face changes when he's Jensen talking to Jared and not Dean talking to Sam and the way Jared has his hands on Jensen's shoulders. Oh, boys. *sigh*