KARAOKE QUEENS BAYBEE
Oh my GOD
I know I haven't even managed answering comments on the last entry but OH MY GOD. BBS.
Earlier in the day we met up with sin_unforgiven and her friend (who are awesome), who wandered around the hotel with us for a bit before carting us off to Olive Garden, where we startled the waitress with our hastily cut-off tales of ahemmityhemmity buttsex. THEN, we went back to the hotel and pre-registered, where we got our shiny gold passes and a fancy purple plastic bracelet i'm never taking off ever, and I fell victim to the shiny gorgeous pictures of Sam and Dean's faaaces on 6x10 pictures (fairly cheap, actually, DON'T CARE, CAN'T FEEL BAD).
Abandoning Sin and her friend, we then ran upstairs to change into 60s garb--which we totally ROCKED--bebopping to I'm Sexy and I Know It, in dedication to Sebastian, aka "That Manwhore." (I WILL TALK ABOUT THIS). Tombolguid has a dress that looks like the carpet from The Shining, and I have a renaissancey shirt with an authentic leather vest with like two foot tassels, not even gonna front, we were the best 60s costumes there. (There was one girl who dressed up like RSJ from his Pepsi Max commercials, who I give A++ for costume. she was even carrying around a case of it.)
So we go into the room, and tombolguid takes off running, and I see someone on the stage and I'm like "Fuck, if that's Jensen, if she's tackling Jensen, I DO NOT KNOW HER," but bbs, it was the I M P A L A. THE IMPALA.
.
LOOK AT HOW PRETTY SHE IS.
SO THEN, the singing starts. Someone kicked it off with an actually stunning rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, just before Matt Cohen and RSJ invited to the staaaage: ROB BENEDICT (CHUCK), and SEBASTIAN ROCHE (BALTHAZAR)--Rob is a POCKET PERSON and Sebastian is SUCH A SLUT OH MY GOD. Then a couple songs later, they announced GABRIEL TIGERMAN (ANDY) and KIM RHODES (Sheriff Mills). And I don't know what happened, but the boys (Dick & Matt) decided to go football themed last minute? I DON'T KNOW.
THESE ARE MOSTLY NOT ZOOM. WE WERE RIGHT UP FRONT. (I DON'T USUALLY GO UP FRONT BECAUSE I'M TALL AND MY HAIR BUT JFC I DON'T CARE, I'M SORRY BUT I DO NOT.)
Some of the singers were good, and some were...enthusiastic, but FUCK, BBS. OKAY SO. Someone picked some sort of head-banging rock song, and SEBASTIAN DECIDED HE NEEDED PEOPLE ON STAGE WITH BIG HAIR. ...TOMBOLGUID VOLUNTEERED ME.
FUCKING. GOT UP ON STAGE AND LIKE. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WHIP MY HAIR BECAUSE. REASONS. AND LUCKILY I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE, I'M NOT EVEN THE FIRST ONE UP THERE, BUT JUST--SO BRIGHT, ALL THE LIGHTS, AND AND. WHEN IT WAS ALL OVER. LIKE EVERYONE WHO WENT UP ASKED FOR A HUG FROM MATT, AND BECAUSE I COULDN'T ACTUALLY SEE, I JUST--HE OFFERED ME A HIGHFIVE AND I TOOK IT. I HIGH FIVED YOUNG JOHN WINCHESTER.
I TOUCHED THE HAND THAT TOUCHED JENSEN. ooooo
THIS IS A PIC I TOOK ONSTAGE. I WAS TRYING TO GET A PIC OF HIS ASS, NEGL.
And at one point, OH there was this awesome dude who rocked a song and gave RSJ a YARD OF TWIZZLERS, and Matt put on a very manly voice and said, "I hope you're not thinking of using that on me tonight. Again." SLDKFJLD SHIPPING THEMSELVES OH MY GOD.
AND SEBASTIAN. SUCH. A. CAMERA WHORE. LIKE, BEST POSSIBLE WAY. At one point--at Gabe's insistence--he just dropped and started doing pushups. JUST 'CAUSE. He undid his belt, lifted up his shirt a little bit, askdfkslf THIS IS JUST ONE OF THE STUNNING PICS I MANAGED TO GET OF HIM:
BUT MATT. JFC. MATT CAME OUT IN A TEENY TINY FUCKING T-SHIRT. LIKE SO.
AND THEN WHEN POPLE BOUGHT THE SHIRT FOR $30, HE TOOK IT OFF.
(CLICKEN THAT TO EMBIGGEN)
DICK WAS FUCKING ENCOURAGING THAT LEFT RIGHT AND CENTER. AT ONE POINT HE SHOUTED, "TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT, YOU'RE MY BITCH." AND MATT FUCKING DID.
Aaaaaaaaaaugh, the only bummer was that it was too long, oh man, and somehow in there we totally missed that Matt & Dick snuck off to do the 60s karaoke photo-op which I bought, BUT the good news is we can still get our pics with them tomorrow, they just won't be in 60s getup. (I don't even know, okay, the woman we talked to got snappy with us when we said we didn't hear the announcement, I HAVE DECIDED NOT TO CARE AND I'LL TELL YOU WHY:
We left the karaoke party at 1am figuring we'd just do the 60s pic tomorrow, took a look at the schedule and found out it's just normal clothes, walked back down to the party to see if they were talking pictures yet, and almost walked into Rob Benedict. Who said Hi when tombolguid said Hi. SHE SPOKE TO GOD. (SHE TOUCHED GOD'S HAND DURING KARAOKE TOO, SHE'S BASICALLY BLESSED.)
Also on the way there was RSJ, walking the opposite direction. I fucking--I can't even make eye contact okay, they're real people, my eyes go DON'T LOOK MAYBE HE WON'T NOTICE YOU IN YOUR FULL ON LEATHER VEST OF TASSLES. But whatever, WHATEVER, then we talk to the snarky lady, walk back across the resort to our hotel room, and WHO SHOULD APPEAR AS WE APPROACH THE ELEVATORS...BUT RSJ AGAIN.
There's no hiding this time, and can't even fucking try, because he looks directly at us both and says, "Good evening, ladies."
My ears are ringing and my feet are killing me and it's 2:30 in the morning, but faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk bbs I am having SO. MUCH. FUN.
I know I haven't even managed answering comments on the last entry but OH MY GOD. BBS.
Earlier in the day we met up with sin_unforgiven and her friend (who are awesome), who wandered around the hotel with us for a bit before carting us off to Olive Garden, where we startled the waitress with our hastily cut-off tales of ahemmityhemmity buttsex. THEN, we went back to the hotel and pre-registered, where we got our shiny gold passes and a fancy purple plastic bracelet i'm never taking off ever, and I fell victim to the shiny gorgeous pictures of Sam and Dean's faaaces on 6x10 pictures (fairly cheap, actually, DON'T CARE, CAN'T FEEL BAD).
Abandoning Sin and her friend, we then ran upstairs to change into 60s garb--which we totally ROCKED--bebopping to I'm Sexy and I Know It, in dedication to Sebastian, aka "That Manwhore." (I WILL TALK ABOUT THIS). Tombolguid has a dress that looks like the carpet from The Shining, and I have a renaissancey shirt with an authentic leather vest with like two foot tassels, not even gonna front, we were the best 60s costumes there. (There was one girl who dressed up like RSJ from his Pepsi Max commercials, who I give A++ for costume. she was even carrying around a case of it.)
So we go into the room, and tombolguid takes off running, and I see someone on the stage and I'm like "Fuck, if that's Jensen, if she's tackling Jensen, I DO NOT KNOW HER," but bbs, it was the I M P A L A. THE IMPALA.
.
LOOK AT HOW PRETTY SHE IS.
SO THEN, the singing starts. Someone kicked it off with an actually stunning rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody, just before Matt Cohen and RSJ invited to the staaaage: ROB BENEDICT (CHUCK), and SEBASTIAN ROCHE (BALTHAZAR)--Rob is a POCKET PERSON and Sebastian is SUCH A SLUT OH MY GOD. Then a couple songs later, they announced GABRIEL TIGERMAN (ANDY) and KIM RHODES (Sheriff Mills). And I don't know what happened, but the boys (Dick & Matt) decided to go football themed last minute? I DON'T KNOW.
THESE ARE MOSTLY NOT ZOOM. WE WERE RIGHT UP FRONT. (I DON'T USUALLY GO UP FRONT BECAUSE I'M TALL AND MY HAIR BUT JFC I DON'T CARE, I'M SORRY BUT I DO NOT.)
Some of the singers were good, and some were...enthusiastic, but FUCK, BBS. OKAY SO. Someone picked some sort of head-banging rock song, and SEBASTIAN DECIDED HE NEEDED PEOPLE ON STAGE WITH BIG HAIR. ...TOMBOLGUID VOLUNTEERED ME.
FUCKING. GOT UP ON STAGE AND LIKE. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WHIP MY HAIR BECAUSE. REASONS. AND LUCKILY I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE, I'M NOT EVEN THE FIRST ONE UP THERE, BUT JUST--SO BRIGHT, ALL THE LIGHTS, AND AND. WHEN IT WAS ALL OVER. LIKE EVERYONE WHO WENT UP ASKED FOR A HUG FROM MATT, AND BECAUSE I COULDN'T ACTUALLY SEE, I JUST--HE OFFERED ME A HIGHFIVE AND I TOOK IT. I HIGH FIVED YOUNG JOHN WINCHESTER.
I TOUCHED THE HAND THAT TOUCHED JENSEN. ooooo
THIS IS A PIC I TOOK ONSTAGE. I WAS TRYING TO GET A PIC OF HIS ASS, NEGL.
And at one point, OH there was this awesome dude who rocked a song and gave RSJ a YARD OF TWIZZLERS, and Matt put on a very manly voice and said, "I hope you're not thinking of using that on me tonight. Again." SLDKFJLD SHIPPING THEMSELVES OH MY GOD.
AND SEBASTIAN. SUCH. A. CAMERA WHORE. LIKE, BEST POSSIBLE WAY. At one point--at Gabe's insistence--he just dropped and started doing pushups. JUST 'CAUSE. He undid his belt, lifted up his shirt a little bit, askdfkslf THIS IS JUST ONE OF THE STUNNING PICS I MANAGED TO GET OF HIM:
BUT MATT. JFC. MATT CAME OUT IN A TEENY TINY FUCKING T-SHIRT. LIKE SO.
AND THEN WHEN POPLE BOUGHT THE SHIRT FOR $30, HE TOOK IT OFF.
(CLICKEN THAT TO EMBIGGEN)
DICK WAS FUCKING ENCOURAGING THAT LEFT RIGHT AND CENTER. AT ONE POINT HE SHOUTED, "TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT, YOU'RE MY BITCH." AND MATT FUCKING DID.
Aaaaaaaaaaugh, the only bummer was that it was too long, oh man, and somehow in there we totally missed that Matt & Dick snuck off to do the 60s karaoke photo-op which I bought, BUT the good news is we can still get our pics with them tomorrow, they just won't be in 60s getup. (I don't even know, okay, the woman we talked to got snappy with us when we said we didn't hear the announcement, I HAVE DECIDED NOT TO CARE AND I'LL TELL YOU WHY:
We left the karaoke party at 1am figuring we'd just do the 60s pic tomorrow, took a look at the schedule and found out it's just normal clothes, walked back down to the party to see if they were talking pictures yet, and almost walked into Rob Benedict. Who said Hi when tombolguid said Hi. SHE SPOKE TO GOD. (SHE TOUCHED GOD'S HAND DURING KARAOKE TOO, SHE'S BASICALLY BLESSED.)
Also on the way there was RSJ, walking the opposite direction. I fucking--I can't even make eye contact okay, they're real people, my eyes go DON'T LOOK MAYBE HE WON'T NOTICE YOU IN YOUR FULL ON LEATHER VEST OF TASSLES. But whatever, WHATEVER, then we talk to the snarky lady, walk back across the resort to our hotel room, and WHO SHOULD APPEAR AS WE APPROACH THE ELEVATORS...BUT RSJ AGAIN.
There's no hiding this time, and can't even fucking try, because he looks directly at us both and says, "Good evening, ladies."
My ears are ringing and my feet are killing me and it's 2:30 in the morning, but faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk bbs I am having SO. MUCH. FUN.