SPN Chicago Con!! (Misha Edition)
Holy mother of freaking crap. I do not even know where to begin. I mean, I was only able to attend Saturday but OHMYGOD WHAT A BLAST.
The whole day was great but, at the end of it all, my though-process had dribbled down to this "MISHAMISHAMISHAMISHAMISHA." (In my defense, I didn't get my autograph from him until near midnight and I had been up since four in the morning; my brain functions weren't going to be working at optimum levels with or without Misha). This guy is a problem you guys. Being in his presence is like taking a hallucinogenic drug. It doesn't take much to get you woozy at first but you then you have to go back for more, repeatedly, forever. Hm, I guess I should get Misha-high out of my system before going on about the rest of the con. Otherwise this post won't make any sense at all (also, I'm running on aout three hours of sleep, so it might not make sense anyway).
Misha's panel was a riot. He talked about his pumpkin-orange boxer briefs, momentarily, that Richard Speights (I have no idea how to spell his last name, I'll look it up later) brought up during his own panel. Apparently they were a gift from fan and looked threadbare from use. Misha wears underwear that fans send him (but he usually prefers going commando, Misha said so himself). Also, he thinks Australia is a country built upon lies because he did not see a single kangaroo there. Australian fish are good, Australian people are not. He will be returning to the Australia con, despite the people. Oh, Misha, we let you get away with so much...
Also, he may have recognized tracy_loo_who. Which, okay, awkward/creepy but you guys can offer some comfort and support, right? Tell her it's not all that bad? I mean, Misha RECOGNIZED her from out of the hundreds upon hundreds of fans he meets. And he stated that she inspires positive feelings in him. Somebody please tell her that even with the embarrassment factor, it MUST'VE been worth hearing that?! (That, and he referred to their meetings as "dates"). It does get you wondering, though, how did he know?! WHERE THE HELL DOES HE FIND TIME TO SURF THE NET, MUCH LESS LJ?
*sigh* I hope she's okay and not too hung up on it. I haven't chatted with her or actually met her, but tracy-loo seems like such a nice girl (she inspires positive feeling in me too), I'd hate for her to be all miserable.
Anyway, I had a photo-op with Misha that went like this:
"Hey, Misha, you're very prettily dressed today."
"Hey, thank you. So are you."
Then Misha leans in and aims a hand towards my collarbone. He freaking pulls on the chain I was wearing and tugs it out from underneath my blouse to reveal my Castiel dog-tag. I had put it under my shirt so that he wouldn't see it and it wouldn't be dangling all over the place in the photo. I didn't realize how it could seem (Hm, girl has my face on a dog tag under her shirt) until he, you know, noticed it. So, he pulls it out and looks at it and I was "?!" So, I reply:
"Um, it's you." Because, what else was I supposed to say? And he just sorta grins at me sheepishly and says:
"Sorry, I don't know why I did that." Then we get closer together and take our photo. Before leaving, I tell him very honest. "It's okay, I don't mind,"
Moral of the story? Misha freaking Collins can pull on my chain whenever he wants. That all happened around six pm. After that, it was a matter of waiting for my Misha autograph. I had a whole list of things I wanted to ask him during the session but when I finally got my time with him, I got all starstruck (and I was sleep deprived).
Here I am, waiting in line for my autograph, (I'm pretty much right in front of his booth) and he cracks open his champagne bottle. It goes dripping all over his hand and dribbles down his chin when he tried to drink from the bottle. Luckily, he jerked away before getting any on his snazzy waistcoat and tie (you guys, waistcoats on a fit man does things to me, as in I get the strong urge to place my hands on their waist and feel the width of their torso, but not in an overly pervy way. It's more like measuring...with my hands; crap, that just sounds weird). Then, after he settles down again, somebody hands him a cell phone and suddenly he's talking to an Australian in Australia, or something. Can you imagine, sitting at home minding your own business, answering the phone and have MISHA COLLINS at the other end of the line?
Another thing I noticed, his lips were really pink and shiny. I kind of wondered if he was wearing lip gloss or, I dunno, cherry Chapstick. It was a nice change since Castiel's lips always look so faded and dry. Eventually, I made it to him and handed him a photo to autograph. I completely forgot to ask a) why he was all snazzily dressed and b) was he satisfied with the extent of Castiel's exposure to the female form. Nope, I saw his pretty face and his pleasant smile and my brain just fluttered away for its own safety. Instead, I told him:
"Thanks for staying up so late for us. We really appreciate it."
"No problem."
He pulls out the photo from its plastic sleeve and I told him to make it out to me. He did (with a little exclamation point that makes me regret not thinking of asking him to draw a little heart also). I reached into my pocket and pulled out a silvery green marble I had found at my house and placed it on the table.
"Here, I found this marble for you." And without the slightest hesitation he grabs and grins. (dude, really? A girl gives you a marble and you go with it? Can you see why I love this man?)
"Thanks, it's a family heirloom?"
"Yes, exactly."
And then it was over. I had wanted to ask him if I could pull out his tie since he pulled out my chain (it's the only question that I actually remembered) but I didn't because there was still a short line of people behind me and I forgot that these were "non-rushed" autograph sessions so I totally could've stuck around for some more conversation. *sigh* Better luck next time, right? I'm so going again next year, maybe with a weekend pass instead of a one-day pass.
I'll try to get a more sensible post up later about the con. I just had to work the Misha-cinogen out of my system.