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Okay, the con. It was a very long weekend, and by Sunday afternoon, I was so ready to come back home. Supernatural, by the way, for those who don’t keep up with this kind of thing. I usually don’t.
For the record: Chicago is very, very cold. I won’t remember my 2.5 seconds in the presence of two totally hot dudes, but I will remember that I froze my ears off more than once.
Considering the money we’ve paid, we had very, very crappy seats. But I guess someone has to sit in the last row of a package deal, right? And it was us. With a silver pass, we had access to all the panels, and all autograph sessions. I don’t think there was anything else worth mentioning that came with it. We went to both the Steve Carlson concert, and the Jason Manns concert. I enjoyed Jason Manns more than Steve. Don’t know why. Steve is all about the country bluesish type of music, whereas Jason is a bit more of the same but better. Or maybe because I had a whole month to listen to Jason during my commute. That man, by the way, pushes all my buttons*. He looks nothing like his promo picture.
We went to a couple of panels (or Q and As, however you want to call them), and I was bored with every single one of them. Maybe because we had crappy seats. And maybe because OMG so boring! I stopped watching old footage on youtube, too. And I felt so bad when my interest just wasn’t there. But I realized, while sitting there in the hall, that I’d rather be anywhere else. I just really don’t care what kind of car you drive, Jensen (Toyota truck, btw, and my response was, the environment thanks you, Ackles.), or who the girl in the relationship is (they both swear the other one is, but I’m leaning towards Jared). Jason Manns was the only one I stuck out from beginning to end. With Jensen and Jared I was very busy taking pictures with five cameras (one of which was mine, thanks). And then I left halfway through the last bit with Jensen only. Those questions were so retarded. And the fans even asked the same question to the same guy without realizing it. Oh, the shame.
Saturday was very interesting. And funny. Because, apparently, cons are only fun when you’re intoxicated. Those five hours were the best all weekend, even counting hugging Jared. Isn’t that sad. Michelle chatted up some girls while we were waiting in line for some thing or another, and they invited us to their room for drinks. And we got drunk. Michelle passed out later on, as did the two girls, and I took it upon myself to get her huge poster signed by the extras in which I had no interest in. All the dead ones, that’s how I remember them. The mom, Ash, and, um, the FBI agent.
The dude from the episode where Jensen dies all the time was there, too. Very cool guy, and also the dude who had the same powers Jared has (second or third season, not sure - I can hardly keep up with current episodes, so excuse my ignorance). Those guys were there on Friday. And they had no problems hanging out with fans at all.
Before she passed out, Michelle spent some serious drunk money on photo ops with Jason Manns. And we took very drunk pictures with him (which turned out awesome!!). Oh, that man! And then I got mine signed by him.
Michelle’s pictures with Jared and Jensen turned out amazing. God, they look so, so good. If I would care enough, I might be jealous. But I don’t, so I’m not. I’m just very happy for her.
My camera really does suck, and it has nothing to do with me (unlike otherwise speculated before). I took many, many pictures with other people's cameras. Those might follow. If I ever get them.
At this point I was sloshed. And I had no inhibitions of going way up front right behind the little grey box on a table (that I don't know the purpose of - filming? the backdrop of the stage?) and go to town, picture taking wise. I was a hero amongst my fellow drinkers.
This is Gabriel Chad (I'm a moron), who played Ash (Roadhouse? Roadside House? Fast and The Furious!!). And his little tyke, I believe. Don't quote me.
Convention whore. Seriously. No, I sound like I'm turned off by him. I'm not. Dakota Hott (and I will say it again, he totally made that last name up - conceited fucker - no, that's a lie). He's the casting agent for some of the extras. I have no idea how many of the ones present, but for sure it was Richard and Andrew. And maybe Gabriel. Look in other con posts and find the answer. He was ALL OVER THE CON. Also, yes, could have been Jared's baby brother, if Jared had one. Bonus: ME! We caught him when we were sitting in line for Jason Manns photo op. Very cool dude, and insanely ambitious. I think he is 21. Oh, and he totally pushed his autograph onto me. He was the prompter for Gabriel, and I gave him my pass to check it off, and he asked, where do you want me to sign? HAHHAHAHAH. I didn't break his heart.
Jason Manns concert. We snuck way up front for that one. With Steve we had some extremely rude bitches in front of us, who had mistaken that concert with Sunday school and shushed us all the time. And not only us. It's a concert, ladies. And I'm 99% sure that Steve was v. v. annoyed by the fact that everyone was so very quiet. Jason was really great!
And three J2 Q and A pictures.
Now I have to say that my favorite part of the con was to see all the other (more excited) fans and their interactions with the talents. There were some brazen fans, who had their own little squee worthy moments, and witnessing that made it fun for me. Everybody had such a great time, and shared those special moments with anyone who wanted to listen. And I listened a lot.
Plus, hot girl.
There was much more, of course. My own little moments with some of the talent, but, eh. Plus Jared and Jensen, who, btw, are gigantic (I know, you had no idea, right?). Jensen, I found, has a very angular face, sharp features. On tv, he always appears softer to me. No butterfiels, either, with them. I'm so over the entire OMG CELEBRITIES thing. That's very good to know that I can string together two thoughts while being in their presence.
*My kinks are, and I know I mentioned it before, glasses and lefties. Jason Manns? BOTH. At his signing, I said, OMG you're a lefty! (Drunk, remember, I apologize). And he beamed at me. And he signed our picture with "Marion, you're right, lefties rule!" I might get it scanned. Our lips were set the exact same. Funny!
For the record: Chicago is very, very cold. I won’t remember my 2.5 seconds in the presence of two totally hot dudes, but I will remember that I froze my ears off more than once.
Considering the money we’ve paid, we had very, very crappy seats. But I guess someone has to sit in the last row of a package deal, right? And it was us. With a silver pass, we had access to all the panels, and all autograph sessions. I don’t think there was anything else worth mentioning that came with it. We went to both the Steve Carlson concert, and the Jason Manns concert. I enjoyed Jason Manns more than Steve. Don’t know why. Steve is all about the country bluesish type of music, whereas Jason is a bit more of the same but better. Or maybe because I had a whole month to listen to Jason during my commute. That man, by the way, pushes all my buttons*. He looks nothing like his promo picture.
We went to a couple of panels (or Q and As, however you want to call them), and I was bored with every single one of them. Maybe because we had crappy seats. And maybe because OMG so boring! I stopped watching old footage on youtube, too. And I felt so bad when my interest just wasn’t there. But I realized, while sitting there in the hall, that I’d rather be anywhere else. I just really don’t care what kind of car you drive, Jensen (Toyota truck, btw, and my response was, the environment thanks you, Ackles.), or who the girl in the relationship is (they both swear the other one is, but I’m leaning towards Jared). Jason Manns was the only one I stuck out from beginning to end. With Jensen and Jared I was very busy taking pictures with five cameras (one of which was mine, thanks). And then I left halfway through the last bit with Jensen only. Those questions were so retarded. And the fans even asked the same question to the same guy without realizing it. Oh, the shame.
Saturday was very interesting. And funny. Because, apparently, cons are only fun when you’re intoxicated. Those five hours were the best all weekend, even counting hugging Jared. Isn’t that sad. Michelle chatted up some girls while we were waiting in line for some thing or another, and they invited us to their room for drinks. And we got drunk. Michelle passed out later on, as did the two girls, and I took it upon myself to get her huge poster signed by the extras in which I had no interest in. All the dead ones, that’s how I remember them. The mom, Ash, and, um, the FBI agent.
The dude from the episode where Jensen dies all the time was there, too. Very cool guy, and also the dude who had the same powers Jared has (second or third season, not sure - I can hardly keep up with current episodes, so excuse my ignorance). Those guys were there on Friday. And they had no problems hanging out with fans at all.
Before she passed out, Michelle spent some serious drunk money on photo ops with Jason Manns. And we took very drunk pictures with him (which turned out awesome!!). Oh, that man! And then I got mine signed by him.
Michelle’s pictures with Jared and Jensen turned out amazing. God, they look so, so good. If I would care enough, I might be jealous. But I don’t, so I’m not. I’m just very happy for her.
My camera really does suck, and it has nothing to do with me (unlike otherwise speculated before). I took many, many pictures with other people's cameras. Those might follow. If I ever get them.
At this point I was sloshed. And I had no inhibitions of going way up front right behind the little grey box on a table (that I don't know the purpose of - filming? the backdrop of the stage?) and go to town, picture taking wise. I was a hero amongst my fellow drinkers.
This is Gabriel Chad (I'm a moron), who played Ash (Roadhouse? Roadside House? Fast and The Furious!!). And his little tyke, I believe. Don't quote me.
Convention whore. Seriously. No, I sound like I'm turned off by him. I'm not. Dakota Hott (and I will say it again, he totally made that last name up - conceited fucker - no, that's a lie). He's the casting agent for some of the extras. I have no idea how many of the ones present, but for sure it was Richard and Andrew. And maybe Gabriel. Look in other con posts and find the answer. He was ALL OVER THE CON. Also, yes, could have been Jared's baby brother, if Jared had one. Bonus: ME! We caught him when we were sitting in line for Jason Manns photo op. Very cool dude, and insanely ambitious. I think he is 21. Oh, and he totally pushed his autograph onto me. He was the prompter for Gabriel, and I gave him my pass to check it off, and he asked, where do you want me to sign? HAHHAHAHAH. I didn't break his heart.
Jason Manns concert. We snuck way up front for that one. With Steve we had some extremely rude bitches in front of us, who had mistaken that concert with Sunday school and shushed us all the time. And not only us. It's a concert, ladies. And I'm 99% sure that Steve was v. v. annoyed by the fact that everyone was so very quiet. Jason was really great!
And three J2 Q and A pictures.
Now I have to say that my favorite part of the con was to see all the other (more excited) fans and their interactions with the talents. There were some brazen fans, who had their own little squee worthy moments, and witnessing that made it fun for me. Everybody had such a great time, and shared those special moments with anyone who wanted to listen. And I listened a lot.
Plus, hot girl.
There was much more, of course. My own little moments with some of the talent, but, eh. Plus Jared and Jensen, who, btw, are gigantic (I know, you had no idea, right?). Jensen, I found, has a very angular face, sharp features. On tv, he always appears softer to me. No butterfiels, either, with them. I'm so over the entire OMG CELEBRITIES thing. That's very good to know that I can string together two thoughts while being in their presence.
*My kinks are, and I know I mentioned it before, glasses and lefties. Jason Manns? BOTH. At his signing, I said, OMG you're a lefty! (Drunk, remember, I apologize). And he beamed at me. And he signed our picture with "Marion, you're right, lefties rule!" I might get it scanned. Our lips were set the exact same. Funny!