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candygrammeThe con, the con. I may have recovered enough to write a little about the con, although people have done it so much better than I have.
What can I say about the con? First of all the airline I flew in on had altered my flights, and that meant that I had to get to the airport by 6am to check in for a trans-border flight. For whatever reason, the US Immigration folks decided that they needed to truly understand why I wanted to go to Chicago, and so I only made the plane with a couple of minutes to spare and then connected in Seattle with a flight that offered no food at all. By the time I got to Chicago I was good and hungry. Somewhat grouchy too.
I met the adorable![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
digital_opium at the Chicago airport, where she'd been languishing all afternoon, awaiting my arrival, and we bonded all over again. There was a long, cold wait for a cab that went to the wrong terminal to get us, and at one point a woman - who must have been short sighted - called me sir. Guess I should shave off the beard.
Once in the hotel, we checked in, and registered for the con. I wanted to get a photo-op with Steve Carlson, and although they'd sold out of Jensen ops on line, I bought one of the 'reserve' ops for him too. The dealer's room had some cool stuff. We bought photos to get signed, and the magazine, which was newly out, and I bought a very pretty Dean T-shirt to wear, because I had forgotten to pack one for night time.
So I slept with Dean. *koff*
delmar_slashers arrived late in the evening, and we had a slumber party before crashing.
The following day there were guests galore.
First off, I went to get my photo-op with Steve, and sized him up for maybe getting him into my carry-on for the return journey. Alas, he's too big. However, I did manage to get the words out to ask him if he'd sing "Spot in the Corner," and he said he would. I did not lick him. I was restrained. I mean, I restrained myself, not that people carried me away in chains.
Sam Ferris was fun, raunchy, and outspoken and very entertaining. She is prettier than Ellen, and I do think that they age her in make-up. Seems a little like defacing a work of art. I liked her a lot. Frederic Lehne was just wholly awesome. He sang "Sympathy for the Devil" as his opening act, and added his own lines. He was funny and entertaining, and I am a convert. I didn't realize just how many times I've seen him in shows. He's one of those faces, like Terry O'Quinn, that you know, but you don't remember the name...
...Until now. Sorry, Fred, you've been rumbled.
Nick Brendan was incredibly disappointing. For a start, he looked as if he'd been dressed by goodwill and then dragged through hedges. I got the impression that he didn't want to be there. Sad, really, but never mind.
I lined up and got the autographs. Gotta have the autographs! I am such a fangirl!
Neither of my roomies were particular fans of Steve's, and I was kinda hoping that his concert would win them (and the rest of the unbelievers) over. By the time Steve's concert started, very late due to the autograph session before it, I was a twitching wreck.
It was awesome. He sang a whole lot of stuff, including my three favourites - "Spot in the Corner", of course, but also "Wasted Jamie" (most requested campfire song) AND "Hummingbird Billy" which I didn't think he'd do without the full band and a chorus of gospel singers (or Jensen and Jason, which ever would be cheaper.) I was too busy stripping him naked with my eyes to write down the set list, but he did "Dynamite" and "Don't Move On" and "Chloe Bowed Her Head" and "She's Not There" amongst all the rest. There were two new songs that I really liked. One was called "The One That Got Away." (He asked us, "Do you want sweet, or angry?" and we opted for angry.) and the other was probably called "Lena" or maybe "Elena." He said he'd written that about a girlfriend of a friend of his, who was, "A piece of work"! I was really stoked by the end of the show, and even more so when I watched people lining up to buy all four of his albums.
Then we went for the special dessert party and speed dating session. Fred and Sam were there and entertained us as we struggled to find crumbs of dessert. They both seem like very real, very friendly people. Nick Brendan, we were told, had gone to bed, with the implication that he wasn't very well. We found out later that this actually might not have been the case, but be that as it may, we didn't get to see him. It didn't upset me.
So it was maybe 2 or 2:30 by the time we hit the hay. That would've been fine, except we had to be up to make it for the breakfast with Jared and Jensen in the morning. Some folk didn't go to bed, they just camped out in a line up for the breakfast. Oh well.
I'm going to post this and move on to Sunday in a separate post.
What can I say about the con? First of all the airline I flew in on had altered my flights, and that meant that I had to get to the airport by 6am to check in for a trans-border flight. For whatever reason, the US Immigration folks decided that they needed to truly understand why I wanted to go to Chicago, and so I only made the plane with a couple of minutes to spare and then connected in Seattle with a flight that offered no food at all. By the time I got to Chicago I was good and hungry. Somewhat grouchy too.
I met the adorable
digital_opium at the Chicago airport, where she'd been languishing all afternoon, awaiting my arrival, and we bonded all over again. There was a long, cold wait for a cab that went to the wrong terminal to get us, and at one point a woman - who must have been short sighted - called me sir. Guess I should shave off the beard.Once in the hotel, we checked in, and registered for the con. I wanted to get a photo-op with Steve Carlson, and although they'd sold out of Jensen ops on line, I bought one of the 'reserve' ops for him too. The dealer's room had some cool stuff. We bought photos to get signed, and the magazine, which was newly out, and I bought a very pretty Dean T-shirt to wear, because I had forgotten to pack one for night time.
So I slept with Dean. *koff*
delmar_slashers arrived late in the evening, and we had a slumber party before crashing.The following day there were guests galore.
First off, I went to get my photo-op with Steve, and sized him up for maybe getting him into my carry-on for the return journey. Alas, he's too big. However, I did manage to get the words out to ask him if he'd sing "Spot in the Corner," and he said he would. I did not lick him. I was restrained. I mean, I restrained myself, not that people carried me away in chains.
Sam Ferris was fun, raunchy, and outspoken and very entertaining. She is prettier than Ellen, and I do think that they age her in make-up. Seems a little like defacing a work of art. I liked her a lot. Frederic Lehne was just wholly awesome. He sang "Sympathy for the Devil" as his opening act, and added his own lines. He was funny and entertaining, and I am a convert. I didn't realize just how many times I've seen him in shows. He's one of those faces, like Terry O'Quinn, that you know, but you don't remember the name...
...Until now. Sorry, Fred, you've been rumbled.
Nick Brendan was incredibly disappointing. For a start, he looked as if he'd been dressed by goodwill and then dragged through hedges. I got the impression that he didn't want to be there. Sad, really, but never mind.
I lined up and got the autographs. Gotta have the autographs! I am such a fangirl!
Neither of my roomies were particular fans of Steve's, and I was kinda hoping that his concert would win them (and the rest of the unbelievers) over. By the time Steve's concert started, very late due to the autograph session before it, I was a twitching wreck.
It was awesome. He sang a whole lot of stuff, including my three favourites - "Spot in the Corner", of course, but also "Wasted Jamie" (most requested campfire song) AND "Hummingbird Billy" which I didn't think he'd do without the full band and a chorus of gospel singers (or Jensen and Jason, which ever would be cheaper.) I was too busy stripping him naked with my eyes to write down the set list, but he did "Dynamite" and "Don't Move On" and "Chloe Bowed Her Head" and "She's Not There" amongst all the rest. There were two new songs that I really liked. One was called "The One That Got Away." (He asked us, "Do you want sweet, or angry?" and we opted for angry.) and the other was probably called "Lena" or maybe "Elena." He said he'd written that about a girlfriend of a friend of his, who was, "A piece of work"! I was really stoked by the end of the show, and even more so when I watched people lining up to buy all four of his albums.
Then we went for the special dessert party and speed dating session. Fred and Sam were there and entertained us as we struggled to find crumbs of dessert. They both seem like very real, very friendly people. Nick Brendan, we were told, had gone to bed, with the implication that he wasn't very well. We found out later that this actually might not have been the case, but be that as it may, we didn't get to see him. It didn't upset me.
So it was maybe 2 or 2:30 by the time we hit the hay. That would've been fine, except we had to be up to make it for the breakfast with Jared and Jensen in the morning. Some folk didn't go to bed, they just camped out in a line up for the breakfast. Oh well.
I'm going to post this and move on to Sunday in a separate post.
