But baby, I don't want to wait (Let's do it!)
So I've finished writing about Friday at Eclipse. Only two days to go - sigh, this is going to take a while...
Friday morning I got up at the same time I get up for work, to get the same but I get to work, to avoid maybe possibly accidentally missing my train if I got the next bus which would realistically have gotten me there in time but I didn’t want to risk it. So at ten to nine I got to the station, bought a copy of Love It and settled myself in the waiting room, waiting for the 9.27 train that would take me to Birmingham New Street. Despite the fact that scourgeoe and fallen_wiccan had booked their train tickets at least two weeks before I booked mine, when I booked mine online and specified a table with a window seat, I ended up with the seat opposite Karen on the table. Hooray! So the train arrived in York a few minutes early, I dispensed with my suitcase and joined Karen and Max at their table, where Max was desperately trying to get caught up on Heroes S2 on Karen‘s laptop. (I’ll skip to the end of this part of the story right now - he ended up watching all but two - not bad!)
I gave Karen her Christmas present - bobblehead Spiderman - and her birthday present - Tony Head autograph and she was pleased. Then I realised it was a year that day since we went to Glasgow for S4, so I text angelite to tell her that, read some more Love It (I was introduced to the world of Choc Sploshing, I text Mel about that too), and also Friday’s Press that I’d bought so that I could be a workaholic and point out all the things that were shit (namely the five gajillion Property Press ads) or I wasn’t happy with (the lameass 27x7 motors ads meaning I didn‘t have enough space for anything to look good).
We chatted, we bitched, we managed to start the weekend’s quote book (I do believe “Sean Harry has a calming effect on lesbians” to be one of them) and before long we were in Birmingham. As we were getting off the train Karen noticed/overheard some people reading out the Eclipse rules & regulations letter and we ran as fast as we could from them. Karen saw them asking somebody at the info desk as we headed for our platform - thankfully we knew where we were going so we got away from them sharpish!
The lack of luggage space on those trains is stupid, so we decided to sit in the buggies and wheelchairs section - surely they wouldn’t be completely full? Yeah, right. We ended up moving so that we were totally squashed beside the toilets because we felt we should let the girl with the huge pushchair have the space, so that was less than pleasant, and we all had numb bums. I sent some texts, to jossno1fan telling him we were in Coventry and to gossi about various things including Russell Brand.
jainaj and fray101 sent texts telling us they were there hours early -we’d only just got on our train from Birmingham when they arrived so we were going to be at least an hour. Because they’re lame, they couldn’t wait for us and went to get food -and didn’t even ask if we wanted to eat when we DID get there - which was only just after 1, I might add! It’s not like we’d missed lunchtime! But eh.
We came out of the station and looked at a map. Max and I were willing to walk but only if Karen was sure she knew where she was going - which she wasn’t. So instead of getting totally lost, since nobody would come to meet us we got a taxi. Which I have just realised I didn’t give Karen any money for. Oops. I’ll give you my pound at Complete, Karen!
Jaina told us to let her know when we’d arrived, and I got that message as the taxi pulled up. So I told her we were there and she rang as I was trying to get out of the taxi, and sounded very impatient! She said “We’re by the bar!” and I said “okay, we’ll be there in a minute!” and she said “A minute?! I thought you were here!” I was like “Yes, we’re outside the hotel as we speak! We’ll be there as soon as we get in the building!” Jesus, Jaina. And that became a theme over the weekend… (Jesus Jaina. Not Jaina being impatient.)
So we rounded the corner at about 1.10 and found Hilary, Jaina and mrbuttmonkey lounging around, cringing at some nearby Showmasters Weirdos, one of whom we think had been DRINKING helium or something. So we sat, lounged, chatted, and then when it hit 2pm, everybody went to check in while I guarded the luggage. Hilary reappeared and told me we were on the 2nd floor, while Karen and Max were on 5 and Jaina and Ryan were on 1. We were thrilled to find out that our room was right by the lifts - though we were slightly worried at first we might be able to hear the lifts all night, or the drunk people passing by, that ended up not being what stopped us from sleeping and turned out to be a very convenient location!
We settled in our room and then Ryan and Jaina came up to visit. After a few minutes Ryan went back down to their room and returned with Krispy Kremes - I sent a text to Karen and Max telling them there were donuts in 212 for them to come down whenever! There was much hilarity regarding the way the beds just rolled all over the place randomly, especially once Karen and Max arrived and Hilary nearly fell down the gap between the bed and the wall.
It was getting really hot and there was no air con, but there were fans. I turned the fan on and nothing happened. Then we discovered it wasn’t plugged in and managed to find a plug socket for it behind my bed. Plugged it in, still nothing. Then it came to our attention that the cage part was balanced on the blades so they weren’t moving - we lifted up the cage and the blades started to spin. Taking the cage part off, it still wasn’t working properly, and I realised it was because the blades needed tightening. So I sat and did that, and it worked! Ryan hooked the cage back on and voila - fan workage! Though to begin with it just blew dust everywhere but that soon stopped!
After a while, I pointed out that if Karen wanted to send a postcard that would arrive before in the next day’s post, we should go out and do it. We ventured downstairs and the registration queue was fairly short, but we thought we should really register when we got back in instead of taking all our crap out with us. Plus I realised I’d forgotten to bring any cash, how smart am I? So we went for a wander. Eventually (after finding exciting things like Pizza Express) we found a little museum (after Karen asked in some random place for the tourist information centre and we discovered it was basically three posters in frames on a wall outside) and she got a postcard to buy. We also had hysterics in this tiny museum shop because we found a postcard that we so should have got for Zol.
So Karen bought her postcard and leant on a wall to write it. As we hovered in the background a scary tramp came over and asked each of us if we had a light, which we didn’t. He started over towards Karen and I shouted “SHE DOESN’T EITHER!” but he was determined and sadly Karen didn’t noticed either so he gave her a bit of a heart attack. Just a bit of one…
So we went back to the hotel and it was time to register for the con. We got given loads of crap, basically! A shitty blue carrier bag with a handful of badges, an Odessa Texas drivers licence for Mr Bennet (Ryan got two, oh how lucky!) and various other crap, a voucher to claim a t-shirt, a complicated badge system and a rolled up poster, as well as envelopes of the important con stuff like a schedule and photo/auto vouchers.
We collected our t-shirts using our vouchers (luckily the voucher was only valid for the Eclipse event t-shirt and not the pink “Stroke me, feel my power” Mr Muggles shirt) and trooped back upstairs to mine and Hilary’s room - on the way Max got accosted by a random man (later to be mocked for the size of his ears, because that’s just who we are) who told him that his Evanescence t-shirt was wrong, as this was Eclipse not Evanescence. Um, thanks for that? Crazy man. So, we got to the room and looked through our haul. The free 10x8s they provided to get signed for personal items if we wanted were really nice, I thought - they were card instead of photo paper. They’re much nicer things to have unsigned than regular unsigned 10x8s which I always wonder what I’m going to do with them!
We had two badges - one said Gold Pass and one said “Adam’s Anarchists” (spoiler alert!) - Karen and Max were Angela’s … erm, somethingorother. We had no idea what that was all about - turns out that instead of numbers, the tickets were all split into groups of 40 people with Heroes related names. A nifty idea but something that was difficult in practice - especially when they called about five groups for things, thus meaning 200 people were waiting for a photoshoot at one time. But that comes later.
We found more badges and more Texas drivers licences inside our envelopes, and unrolled our posters to discover they were Hayden/Masi FHM covers posters. Thanks?
There was also a signup sheet for Eclipse 2, going on sale on Sunday morning. The price list was interesting, the gold pass price had been hiked to £245 from the £195 we paid, and a full group photoshoot was now included. They’d also introduced a Silver pass and increased the regular pass prices a bit. I think. Anyway, we had a ritual group tearing of the passes and agreed not to do Eclipse 2. Even though I may end up changing my mind closer to the time and I think Max might be tempted as well… But we tore the signup sheets then, which was good.
We sat around a while longer, Max had a second donut, and then we went to Pizza Express. I was hopeful we might get back before Neighbours but we didn’t - but never mind! We had a good meal, for once I didn’t get the Sloppy Guiseppe like I usually do and we had a good laugh as usual! We wandered back to the hotel and caught the end of Neighbours and then got ready for the opening ceremony. When we got downstairs there was a massive queue of people and we hovered at the back before I heard them calling something that wasn’t us, which meant that they’d obviously already called the Gold passes so we went right in and got seats pretty near the front.
The opening ceremony was… strange. There wasn’t much ceremony to it! Jason and Mark came out and did a little intro, talking about how by the end of Saturday you could expect to have half your stuff done, and not to worry, everybody will have everything they’ve been promised by Sunday. That’s always a dangerous promise to make at a con but luckily it went okay and they managed to keep it. They also announced that Sendhil wasn’t going to be around that night as he was stuck in traffic but he would definitely be there the next day!
Noah was first out - as with G-Mex, there was a lot of excitement and a lot of “super”s in what he said - he was “super happy” to be here and everybody was “super nice”. Bless him. Then came David, who was clearly very tired but happy to be there. I got a lovely picture of him pulling a bizarre face, too. Bless. Then came Cristine, who was fantastic. Yay for Mama Mosby! Then Jessalyn came out and she looked and seemed absolutely petrified. But lovely. And then came Santiago, who was a bit confused and wearing a stupid hat. We could tell right away he was the guest Jason had been talking about when he said one guest was only attending because his friend was - and I think he was feeling a bit stroppy because Sendhil was said friend and wasn’t even there! We didn’t even get to have them all back on stage together, it was totally lame. Bringing them in from the back of the room may increase excitement but seriously. It takes too long and is just inconvenient!
We got into the “Gold Pass Drinks” room and oh my god. The room was TINY, and there were about three tables with two or three chairs at each. It was mental, no room to move. There was free catpiss wine, and later there was free water. And because we’re not the pushy stalker types, we just stood and chatted for a while. Karen and Max went off to talk to Steve and Naomi and co, and this official photographer bloke came and asked if he could take a picture of our group, which he did. It came out quite nicely in the end.
David was floating around near us, and eventually came over. I couldn’t quite hear the start of the conversation (or indeed this may have BEEN the start of the conversation) but Hilary said something to David about it being strange to hear his normal accent, and he said “Is it a disappointment?” and she said “Yes! It is!” and then she said that at least he speaks better English than “those three”, pointing at me, Karen and Max, and I (quite indignantly) went “We’re from the north, not a different country!” and David laughed quite a large amount, adopted his English accent and went “We’re from the NORTH!” and then laughed hysterically some more.
Then the photographer reappeared and asked if he could take a group shot with us and David, which of course we weren’t going to say no to, and David crossed the group and said “I’m gonna go in the middle” and eased himself between me and Jaina, which, yay! We managed to get the link when we got home but the album seems to be gone, so the only copy I have is the one on Hilary’s Facebook. It’s a lovely shot, I always wish we could get group shots with the guests because it’s the Echelon! In fact I’d quite like to chuck all the guests out and get an official Echelon photo taken at a con some day. I bet Sean would let us do that, he loves us! Anyway. I digress.
Right after this photo was taken David was accosted by the evil German girl stalking the guests with envelopes for Tim Kring, loser. And sadly that was the end of our time with him, though I did spend the rest of the time before he left (early, he only stayed for around half an hour) with him against my elbow and then pressed back to back with him, which was lovely.
Cristine Rose was our other “must see” guest for the drinks party thing, so we hovered around as she moved everywhere but to us. In fact she seemed as if she was going to go one way but saw us all looking at her and came over and said hello, and I think she actually shook hands with us all.
Hilary said something about being excited to meet Mama Mosby, and she said “What?” and so we repeated it, and she said “Who’s that?” and we were a bit horrified, and then said “You!” and she was like “When was that me?!” So we all said “How I Met Your Mother” about a hundred times, and then she clicked and went “OHHH!” Once she realised she was happy to talk about it - she said she’d forgotten that was what the character was called! Though in fairness I don’t think that the “Mama” part will have helped and it’s entirely possible she knew the character as Virginia or Ted’s Mother more than Mrs Mosby. We’ll forgive her because she’s awesome. So we happily talked about that for a while, and about running into some crew people from the show not so long ago, and then the conversation swung to Heroes a bit. She made a comment about Mama Mosby being lovely (without naming anybody) and then said “I’m talking about Angela - Mosby’s a bitch!” and laughed.
She asked if we’d seen season two to which we said yes, and shocked her. Then the circle opened a bit to include crazyfruitlady (who had seen all of S2 on Thursday) and her people. After some chat about that, and a little talk about how they were possibly going to reshoot everything they’d already shot for what were going to be eps 12 and 13 but were now going to be season three. She asked what we thought of S2 because she knew they’d lost 4m viewers, and we told her that we’d still enjoyed it - though not so much the Ireland stuff! She was interested about that after everybody in the general vicinity went “Ohh yeah! The IRELAND stuff was rubbish” or groans to that affect, and we told her the accents were the main issue, and had the Irish in our friendship group watching it with their ears plugged. We told her the accents were Oirish nor Irish. She seemed a little confused but amused!
After she left us, Santiago and David had already left the room and Noah was trapped in a corner talking to people so we decided to get out of there as it was far too hot! We went into Jaina and Ryan’s room for a while to have bacardi and coke and chat a bit, and then we went down to the part. It was scary. In fact, me demonstrating my weird toes was the least scary part of that school disco thing with the shit live band! We talked to Bob a bit, and Karen and Max talked to some other people that they know (shock horror! They knew other people than us!) and we spotted that they were doing Heroes themes shots and cocktails. I liked that idea, and though we didn’t get anything that night, Hilary and I had a squizz at the lists to see what looked nice for the next night! The Sylar Sling looked all yummy and blue, but it was scotch so I decided against that one - the Petrelli Punch sounded really nice - if a bit Barney - Vodka, Cranberry juice & Peach Schnapps.
After Bob’s mate Neil appeared and talked to us for a while about how we should be drinking, and demanding that we have a night we can’t remember, and he did talk about that for quite a long time, it was weird - we all yawned a lot and decided to call it a night after agreeing to meet for 8am breakfast.
At like 11pm. Disgraceful but necessary - we needed sleep to prepare for the next day, we were anticipating mayhem - and we were right!
3313 words. Heh. I think that's probably fairly average for me!
Friday morning I got up at the same time I get up for work, to get the same but I get to work, to avoid maybe possibly accidentally missing my train if I got the next bus which would realistically have gotten me there in time but I didn’t want to risk it. So at ten to nine I got to the station, bought a copy of Love It and settled myself in the waiting room, waiting for the 9.27 train that would take me to Birmingham New Street. Despite the fact that scourgeoe and fallen_wiccan had booked their train tickets at least two weeks before I booked mine, when I booked mine online and specified a table with a window seat, I ended up with the seat opposite Karen on the table. Hooray! So the train arrived in York a few minutes early, I dispensed with my suitcase and joined Karen and Max at their table, where Max was desperately trying to get caught up on Heroes S2 on Karen‘s laptop. (I’ll skip to the end of this part of the story right now - he ended up watching all but two - not bad!)
I gave Karen her Christmas present - bobblehead Spiderman - and her birthday present - Tony Head autograph and she was pleased. Then I realised it was a year that day since we went to Glasgow for S4, so I text angelite to tell her that, read some more Love It (I was introduced to the world of Choc Sploshing, I text Mel about that too), and also Friday’s Press that I’d bought so that I could be a workaholic and point out all the things that were shit (namely the five gajillion Property Press ads) or I wasn’t happy with (the lameass 27x7 motors ads meaning I didn‘t have enough space for anything to look good).
We chatted, we bitched, we managed to start the weekend’s quote book (I do believe “Sean Harry has a calming effect on lesbians” to be one of them) and before long we were in Birmingham. As we were getting off the train Karen noticed/overheard some people reading out the Eclipse rules & regulations letter and we ran as fast as we could from them. Karen saw them asking somebody at the info desk as we headed for our platform - thankfully we knew where we were going so we got away from them sharpish!
The lack of luggage space on those trains is stupid, so we decided to sit in the buggies and wheelchairs section - surely they wouldn’t be completely full? Yeah, right. We ended up moving so that we were totally squashed beside the toilets because we felt we should let the girl with the huge pushchair have the space, so that was less than pleasant, and we all had numb bums. I sent some texts, to jossno1fan telling him we were in Coventry and to gossi about various things including Russell Brand.
jainaj and fray101 sent texts telling us they were there hours early -we’d only just got on our train from Birmingham when they arrived so we were going to be at least an hour. Because they’re lame, they couldn’t wait for us and went to get food -and didn’t even ask if we wanted to eat when we DID get there - which was only just after 1, I might add! It’s not like we’d missed lunchtime! But eh.
We came out of the station and looked at a map. Max and I were willing to walk but only if Karen was sure she knew where she was going - which she wasn’t. So instead of getting totally lost, since nobody would come to meet us we got a taxi. Which I have just realised I didn’t give Karen any money for. Oops. I’ll give you my pound at Complete, Karen!
Jaina told us to let her know when we’d arrived, and I got that message as the taxi pulled up. So I told her we were there and she rang as I was trying to get out of the taxi, and sounded very impatient! She said “We’re by the bar!” and I said “okay, we’ll be there in a minute!” and she said “A minute?! I thought you were here!” I was like “Yes, we’re outside the hotel as we speak! We’ll be there as soon as we get in the building!” Jesus, Jaina. And that became a theme over the weekend… (Jesus Jaina. Not Jaina being impatient.)
So we rounded the corner at about 1.10 and found Hilary, Jaina and mrbuttmonkey lounging around, cringing at some nearby Showmasters Weirdos, one of whom we think had been DRINKING helium or something. So we sat, lounged, chatted, and then when it hit 2pm, everybody went to check in while I guarded the luggage. Hilary reappeared and told me we were on the 2nd floor, while Karen and Max were on 5 and Jaina and Ryan were on 1. We were thrilled to find out that our room was right by the lifts - though we were slightly worried at first we might be able to hear the lifts all night, or the drunk people passing by, that ended up not being what stopped us from sleeping and turned out to be a very convenient location!
We settled in our room and then Ryan and Jaina came up to visit. After a few minutes Ryan went back down to their room and returned with Krispy Kremes - I sent a text to Karen and Max telling them there were donuts in 212 for them to come down whenever! There was much hilarity regarding the way the beds just rolled all over the place randomly, especially once Karen and Max arrived and Hilary nearly fell down the gap between the bed and the wall.
It was getting really hot and there was no air con, but there were fans. I turned the fan on and nothing happened. Then we discovered it wasn’t plugged in and managed to find a plug socket for it behind my bed. Plugged it in, still nothing. Then it came to our attention that the cage part was balanced on the blades so they weren’t moving - we lifted up the cage and the blades started to spin. Taking the cage part off, it still wasn’t working properly, and I realised it was because the blades needed tightening. So I sat and did that, and it worked! Ryan hooked the cage back on and voila - fan workage! Though to begin with it just blew dust everywhere but that soon stopped!
After a while, I pointed out that if Karen wanted to send a postcard that would arrive before in the next day’s post, we should go out and do it. We ventured downstairs and the registration queue was fairly short, but we thought we should really register when we got back in instead of taking all our crap out with us. Plus I realised I’d forgotten to bring any cash, how smart am I? So we went for a wander. Eventually (after finding exciting things like Pizza Express) we found a little museum (after Karen asked in some random place for the tourist information centre and we discovered it was basically three posters in frames on a wall outside) and she got a postcard to buy. We also had hysterics in this tiny museum shop because we found a postcard that we so should have got for Zol.
So Karen bought her postcard and leant on a wall to write it. As we hovered in the background a scary tramp came over and asked each of us if we had a light, which we didn’t. He started over towards Karen and I shouted “SHE DOESN’T EITHER!” but he was determined and sadly Karen didn’t noticed either so he gave her a bit of a heart attack. Just a bit of one…
So we went back to the hotel and it was time to register for the con. We got given loads of crap, basically! A shitty blue carrier bag with a handful of badges, an Odessa Texas drivers licence for Mr Bennet (Ryan got two, oh how lucky!) and various other crap, a voucher to claim a t-shirt, a complicated badge system and a rolled up poster, as well as envelopes of the important con stuff like a schedule and photo/auto vouchers.
We collected our t-shirts using our vouchers (luckily the voucher was only valid for the Eclipse event t-shirt and not the pink “Stroke me, feel my power” Mr Muggles shirt) and trooped back upstairs to mine and Hilary’s room - on the way Max got accosted by a random man (later to be mocked for the size of his ears, because that’s just who we are) who told him that his Evanescence t-shirt was wrong, as this was Eclipse not Evanescence. Um, thanks for that? Crazy man. So, we got to the room and looked through our haul. The free 10x8s they provided to get signed for personal items if we wanted were really nice, I thought - they were card instead of photo paper. They’re much nicer things to have unsigned than regular unsigned 10x8s which I always wonder what I’m going to do with them!
We had two badges - one said Gold Pass and one said “Adam’s Anarchists” (spoiler alert!) - Karen and Max were Angela’s … erm, somethingorother. We had no idea what that was all about - turns out that instead of numbers, the tickets were all split into groups of 40 people with Heroes related names. A nifty idea but something that was difficult in practice - especially when they called about five groups for things, thus meaning 200 people were waiting for a photoshoot at one time. But that comes later.
We found more badges and more Texas drivers licences inside our envelopes, and unrolled our posters to discover they were Hayden/Masi FHM covers posters. Thanks?
There was also a signup sheet for Eclipse 2, going on sale on Sunday morning. The price list was interesting, the gold pass price had been hiked to £245 from the £195 we paid, and a full group photoshoot was now included. They’d also introduced a Silver pass and increased the regular pass prices a bit. I think. Anyway, we had a ritual group tearing of the passes and agreed not to do Eclipse 2. Even though I may end up changing my mind closer to the time and I think Max might be tempted as well… But we tore the signup sheets then, which was good.
We sat around a while longer, Max had a second donut, and then we went to Pizza Express. I was hopeful we might get back before Neighbours but we didn’t - but never mind! We had a good meal, for once I didn’t get the Sloppy Guiseppe like I usually do and we had a good laugh as usual! We wandered back to the hotel and caught the end of Neighbours and then got ready for the opening ceremony. When we got downstairs there was a massive queue of people and we hovered at the back before I heard them calling something that wasn’t us, which meant that they’d obviously already called the Gold passes so we went right in and got seats pretty near the front.
The opening ceremony was… strange. There wasn’t much ceremony to it! Jason and Mark came out and did a little intro, talking about how by the end of Saturday you could expect to have half your stuff done, and not to worry, everybody will have everything they’ve been promised by Sunday. That’s always a dangerous promise to make at a con but luckily it went okay and they managed to keep it. They also announced that Sendhil wasn’t going to be around that night as he was stuck in traffic but he would definitely be there the next day!
Noah was first out - as with G-Mex, there was a lot of excitement and a lot of “super”s in what he said - he was “super happy” to be here and everybody was “super nice”. Bless him. Then came David, who was clearly very tired but happy to be there. I got a lovely picture of him pulling a bizarre face, too. Bless. Then came Cristine, who was fantastic. Yay for Mama Mosby! Then Jessalyn came out and she looked and seemed absolutely petrified. But lovely. And then came Santiago, who was a bit confused and wearing a stupid hat. We could tell right away he was the guest Jason had been talking about when he said one guest was only attending because his friend was - and I think he was feeling a bit stroppy because Sendhil was said friend and wasn’t even there! We didn’t even get to have them all back on stage together, it was totally lame. Bringing them in from the back of the room may increase excitement but seriously. It takes too long and is just inconvenient!
We got into the “Gold Pass Drinks” room and oh my god. The room was TINY, and there were about three tables with two or three chairs at each. It was mental, no room to move. There was free catpiss wine, and later there was free water. And because we’re not the pushy stalker types, we just stood and chatted for a while. Karen and Max went off to talk to Steve and Naomi and co, and this official photographer bloke came and asked if he could take a picture of our group, which he did. It came out quite nicely in the end.
David was floating around near us, and eventually came over. I couldn’t quite hear the start of the conversation (or indeed this may have BEEN the start of the conversation) but Hilary said something to David about it being strange to hear his normal accent, and he said “Is it a disappointment?” and she said “Yes! It is!” and then she said that at least he speaks better English than “those three”, pointing at me, Karen and Max, and I (quite indignantly) went “We’re from the north, not a different country!” and David laughed quite a large amount, adopted his English accent and went “We’re from the NORTH!” and then laughed hysterically some more.
Then the photographer reappeared and asked if he could take a group shot with us and David, which of course we weren’t going to say no to, and David crossed the group and said “I’m gonna go in the middle” and eased himself between me and Jaina, which, yay! We managed to get the link when we got home but the album seems to be gone, so the only copy I have is the one on Hilary’s Facebook. It’s a lovely shot, I always wish we could get group shots with the guests because it’s the Echelon! In fact I’d quite like to chuck all the guests out and get an official Echelon photo taken at a con some day. I bet Sean would let us do that, he loves us! Anyway. I digress.
Right after this photo was taken David was accosted by the evil German girl stalking the guests with envelopes for Tim Kring, loser. And sadly that was the end of our time with him, though I did spend the rest of the time before he left (early, he only stayed for around half an hour) with him against my elbow and then pressed back to back with him, which was lovely.
Cristine Rose was our other “must see” guest for the drinks party thing, so we hovered around as she moved everywhere but to us. In fact she seemed as if she was going to go one way but saw us all looking at her and came over and said hello, and I think she actually shook hands with us all.
Hilary said something about being excited to meet Mama Mosby, and she said “What?” and so we repeated it, and she said “Who’s that?” and we were a bit horrified, and then said “You!” and she was like “When was that me?!” So we all said “How I Met Your Mother” about a hundred times, and then she clicked and went “OHHH!” Once she realised she was happy to talk about it - she said she’d forgotten that was what the character was called! Though in fairness I don’t think that the “Mama” part will have helped and it’s entirely possible she knew the character as Virginia or Ted’s Mother more than Mrs Mosby. We’ll forgive her because she’s awesome. So we happily talked about that for a while, and about running into some crew people from the show not so long ago, and then the conversation swung to Heroes a bit. She made a comment about Mama Mosby being lovely (without naming anybody) and then said “I’m talking about Angela - Mosby’s a bitch!” and laughed.
She asked if we’d seen season two to which we said yes, and shocked her. Then the circle opened a bit to include crazyfruitlady (who had seen all of S2 on Thursday) and her people. After some chat about that, and a little talk about how they were possibly going to reshoot everything they’d already shot for what were going to be eps 12 and 13 but were now going to be season three. She asked what we thought of S2 because she knew they’d lost 4m viewers, and we told her that we’d still enjoyed it - though not so much the Ireland stuff! She was interested about that after everybody in the general vicinity went “Ohh yeah! The IRELAND stuff was rubbish” or groans to that affect, and we told her the accents were the main issue, and had the Irish in our friendship group watching it with their ears plugged. We told her the accents were Oirish nor Irish. She seemed a little confused but amused!
After she left us, Santiago and David had already left the room and Noah was trapped in a corner talking to people so we decided to get out of there as it was far too hot! We went into Jaina and Ryan’s room for a while to have bacardi and coke and chat a bit, and then we went down to the part. It was scary. In fact, me demonstrating my weird toes was the least scary part of that school disco thing with the shit live band! We talked to Bob a bit, and Karen and Max talked to some other people that they know (shock horror! They knew other people than us!) and we spotted that they were doing Heroes themes shots and cocktails. I liked that idea, and though we didn’t get anything that night, Hilary and I had a squizz at the lists to see what looked nice for the next night! The Sylar Sling looked all yummy and blue, but it was scotch so I decided against that one - the Petrelli Punch sounded really nice - if a bit Barney - Vodka, Cranberry juice & Peach Schnapps.
After Bob’s mate Neil appeared and talked to us for a while about how we should be drinking, and demanding that we have a night we can’t remember, and he did talk about that for quite a long time, it was weird - we all yawned a lot and decided to call it a night after agreeing to meet for 8am breakfast.
At like 11pm. Disgraceful but necessary - we needed sleep to prepare for the next day, we were anticipating mayhem - and we were right!
3313 words. Heh. I think that's probably fairly average for me!