Misha...
The morning started at 9:30 with Fred Lehne (the Yellow-eyed Demon) taking the stage. Rumor has it that he'd been having personal problems and was showing up to conventions drunk and even offending fans, so he'd been left of the roster for the past few conventions. When I saw him in Chicago, it was evident he'd been drinking. But today, he seemed a lot better. Very put together and pleasant--but still with that edge that makes him great.
After a short break, Rob Benedict (Chuck the Prophet) took his turn in the spotlight. The guy has come a long way since I first saw him trembling on stage in Chicago. He's got quiet confidence now and holds his own pretty well. It's impossible not to love him.
At 11:30, Matt came back!! I have no idea why he was scheduled twice, but WHO CARES.
Clif Kosterman (Jared and Jensen's bodyguard) appeared next. I really find it a little... desperate that he has his own panel, but for whatever reason, he actually has a following. Don't get me wrong, the guy was nice enough, but come on. I didn't even take his picture. *shrug*
After lunch, Samantha Smith (Mary Winchester) answered questions. She's very likable and filled the time well.
THEN.
While the stage was being reset, MISHA PHOTO OPS began. I'd bought one way back when I agreed to come to Vancouver with Tonya, and then when she was trying to buy me a Jared and Jensen photo op (because I was lazy and missed the sales and she's just good like that), she wound up with a package of photo ops including Misha, so I might have accidentally bought that one from her too. So I had TWO photo ops. Whoops.
I'd been trying to figure out what to do with the second one; I wanted one 'serious' picture and one 'goofy' one. Although I can sometimes be clever like that (see: the 'I Found the Shoe!' pic of Jared with Tonya and I), I had not come up with any great plan. But the answer had been staring me in the face the whole time. Little C, the beanie bear that had been posing in all my pictures throughout our sightseeing! The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. More than anything, I couldn't wait to show Caroline, who gave me Little C. *giggle*
On meeting Misha: I am an idiot. I get anxious, then speak without thinking. In Chicago I said something very cutting to him, though of course he blew it off. This time, I was just an idiot.
The lines for photo ops are VERY long, and inside the room there's a table where you can set down your things but other than that, you must stay on the tape line and go to where they tell you, NOW, and don't move unless they tell you. It's a very well-oiled machine, and it has to be in order to crank through 400 girls in an hour and a half. It also means there's no room for error. You get three seconds look stand next to the celebrity and look at the camera, and then you're being called away to collect your shit and get the hell out.
I told the gatekeeper to Misha that I had two tickets, which she took, but when I tried to give her Little C she just stared at me and told me to go. The PHOTOGRAPHER came forward and said, 'You want one with the bear and one without.' Yes, that's what I wanted. Misha said hi and reached for Little C, so I handed him to him and lost track of what he was doing because of the HURRYUPANDLOOKATTHECAMERA panic. Just as the camera flashed, Misha jumped and caught Little C as he started to fall backwards off Misha's shoulder. The photographer came forward again and told me to watch my gum. Did that mean my gum was showing? Misha said 'That's okay, I have gum too,' to which I said 'Okay, I'll just swallow it,' and put it under my tongue.
Look at the camera and smile and FLASH and our arms fell off of each other. Misha said to the photographer, 'You made her swallow her gum, that will be in her stomach for 7 years now.'
And I replied...
"It's okay, it'll come out eventually."
*headdesk*
At least I can say that I made Misha laugh.
At four, Misha began his panel, during which I took 200 pictures in an hour. He told us how Jared tried to prank him but failed, and the rest of the time, non-answered questions in the way that only Misha Collins can. I love that warped sense of humor. The curse words. The way he'd had his jacket on inside out all morning (including photo ops), and then spilled water on his thigh when he sat on the bottle. Confidence is attractive. So are blue eyes and scruff.
When Misha left (and the room refilled with oxygen), Demore Barnes (Raphael) took the stage for his first convention appearance. Because his work on Supernatural placed him in scenes with Misha, the two had become friends and boy did it show. He'd definitely caught the Misha virus and had the same sharp wit and twisted sense of humor. There was no stage fright in Demore. He owned the room.
But... I'd killed my camera batter and didn't get a picture...
Russ Hamilton (the locations director) gave a presentation of mostly the same stories we'd heard on the tour Thursday. He told us that they'd been filming right across the street from the hotel on Thursday (hiding in plain sight, the devils) and asked if whoever stole the location arrows would please return them as they cost money. ;)
Cut to autographs. Again, I was ill-prepared (and really, what can top an autographed model Impala ANYWAY??) but had decided to have Misha sign the cover of my iPhone. Hey, it was the best I could come up with. And I like it. I'm thinking of naming my phone 'Misha'.
Tonya and I headed out for dinner and wound up at The Winking Judge Pub, where neither of us drank. I had another go at 'Award Winning' fish and chips but was disappointed once again. Tonya had some great-looking chili.
One last event: the Dessert Party started at 10:30. Tonya, Theresa, Marie and I say with Vanessa and her friend--It was kind of like a Kazcon reunion! Dessert was a build-your-own sunday buffet but drinks were WAY overpriced (thankfully water was still free). When the guests were done autographing they joined the party and came to each table for a few minutes. Matt was there, as well as Rob and Samantha and Demore. No Misha. *whine* I probably would have made an ass out of myself anyway. Plus you weren't allowed to take pictures during the party.
Our table got to have Matt for a few extra precious seconds of oogling while Creation announced the winner of the centerpiece contest. When Matt left to go to the other side of the room, the world got a little darker. We bailed as soon as each guest had been to our table.
It's exhausting being a fangirl.
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