An Evening With David Tennant...and 1500 of our closest friends
Yesterday was my first true fangirl outing. My lovely friend had managed to get three tickets, and to make absolutely sure we got there and in the audience, we queued up from about 2:45pm - considering that the doors only actually opened at 6:30pm, this was the longest time I had spent waiting/queueing for anything, ever. And it was ok - we were full of posh pizza and ice tea and biscuits and the indomitable energy of squee :) We also saw a couple of guys dressed up as the tenth doctor - they even had the coats, which was awesome. Made me feel better after the tube journey of hell (let's just say I smelt of armpit for a while afterwards :s)
So, after 4 hours of waiting and chatting etc we finally got into the studio and it was lovely! It was the first time since I was 6 since I've been in an audience and I was just as enthralled by the lights and the people running around, setting up stuff, and reminded that I still really want to get into media. Then we all got "gee'd" up by the .... whats his name? I'm just gonna call him a Jester - he had us on the floor singing bad music and I was starting to worry it was an indoctrination process to get us all thinking as one fangirlish entity.
After about 15 minutes, the show finally started and Tennant came on, looking stupidly hot in his waistcoat and lovely tight trousers - we did a lot of uninterrupted arse-gazing in between shots ;D. It's a very good arse, even if he is a skinny lad, lol. We were sat on the front row right in front of the sofa area, which was nice because it meant more Tennant gazing, in general. They showed us a tiny clip of next weeks episode, which has the blonde lady with a SECOND sonic screwdriver, which has me thinking it could even be Torchwood related somehow.
That has squealing, but oh god it nothing compared to the porn! Justin lee Collins mentioned Who Porn, and me and my friend just started squirming in our seats because it was so bloody embarrassing, and funny, and at the same time I was trying to not to be too obvious in case they saw us and went "YOU! You write Who Porn don't you?!" (I don't incidentally, I just read a bloody lot of it). And then they started reading out a bit. Oh god! Tennant's face, his lovely face, was absolutely priceless. I thought I was going to DIE, it was so funny. No idea what porn it was - it may have been from deep in the archives of Teaspoon, or at ff.net. Tennant really wasn't aware of the porn, poor kitten.
The show was great - no real cringey bits, and Freema was hanging around the set being lovely and friendly and gorgeous and tiny! (she's about 5ft - shorter than me!), and stood next to my friend during some bits of filming. David Tennant was being generally awesome. I was only a teeny tiny bit put out that we didn't get to ask loads of questions, but was well jealous when this Frankie lass got to ruffle his hair! I bumped into her later and she said that it was a bit waxy, but he smelt lovely - of some Armani perfume :). She totally deserved it as it turned out she got mugged earlier in the day :(, and now she got a holiday in Sharm-el-Sheik! We then waited for about an hour afterwards in case Tennant came out, but he escaped down the side or something, never mind. There were all these horrible ebay-hunters around, and when Freema came out they totally crowded her, which was easy cos she's so tiny and I felt all sorts of hate towards the ebay-twats, and decided to not to bother her for an autograph.
Overall though, it was most probably the best Thursday night out I've ever had :D. It's on tonight at 10:30 and don't miss it! Now, I gotta get on with work, and do more daytime fanfic reading. I usually read it in the dead of night because it's personal to me and I like having the cover of night when I read it. But due to my Dad's diagnosis I am fucking up my life etc (does anyone ever know how to respond to this when your parents questioning and disagree with how you structure your life? I have no idea how to defend myself, mainly because my life isn't perfect by any means), he has decided to treat me like a 14 year old and take away my internet when he goes to bed (which really kicks because he goes to bed at 11pm at the latest). Arse. So now when I would usually be working during the day, I'm doing this instead, and probably do nothing during the night.