Got to meet Jim Beaver...he teased me that all of MD is 20 minutes outside of DC, not just New Carrollton. [I'm paraphrasing...I've never been good with recall and I'm way better remembering faces as opposed to names.]
I don't want to be too redundant, because all the Q and A's are on YouTube probably and there will be tons of summaries from different perspectives on this.
I kind of liked the zombie apocalypse questions, the Pokemon questions not so much.
I don't know where the 50 Shades stuff during Richard and Matt's panel came from...I wonder they shouldn't do their Q and A right before Karaoke. Just when I think the bawdiness can't get worse. lol smdh
I got to talk to Jace, the guy sitting next to me a good bit off and on. I like actively talking about fandom stuff [All fandoms, not just SPN...comic book stuff, Star Trek...I could go on] with someone and not having someone take a condescending attitude towards it. Attending stuff like this allows me that outlet too.
I was not the only Black chick attending [Yes, I do head counts.] :)
I will post photos of all my autographs, but I think this was my pleasant but unexpected surprise today.
I'm a bit embarrassed to admit this, but Mark Pellegrino scares me a bit.
The cocktail party...I'd never gone Gold to an SPN convention, so this was a new experience. And definitely a learning experience. The tables were not assigned. That would have been a little easier for me, as at times I'm shy to the point of it being almost debilitating. Blogging and tweeting and stuff isn't really face to face interaction, so I sort of get to coast. Last night I couldn't do that and I was so jittery. I only limited myself to one drink. I made an active effort to introduce myself around at the table I did wind up at. I just couldn't maintain it, so by the time other people came, I just wasn't emotionally equipped to handle it. I don't know whether smiling does more or less damage in a situation like that or not, but like I said, it was a learning experience. I think some people saw me as being rude, but if you know anything about my character at all, you know that's not me or my intent. I do still want to apologize though. The woman with that amazing Devil's Trap costume was sitting at our table for a while. I wanted to say something to her, but like I said I was struggling.
There was a woman from NJ at the table that was just wonderful to me, and I'm not sure if it was as difficult for her as it was for me to come out of my shell, but I really want to thank her too. I forgot a little evening bag, so I didn't really have anything to write with. [Oh yeah, I was surprised at how casual the dress code was. I got a compliment on my shoes in the elevator though. I got down there and although I wasn't the only one in a dress... I felt kind of overdressed. Seems with me, it's either feast or famine.] I don't remember her name, but I do remember her face. I also missed the chance to ask her if she has a Twitter account, but since I didn't have a pen anyway...
She helped me to take this.
I don't know why I continuously tilt my head in shots like that.
My little Fujifilm Finepix has a crappy zoom feature. When I max it out, the image distorts, so I actually wind up taking better shots with my iphone for now.
I got one shot of a centerpiece, but we couldn't leave the tables except when Jim Beaver, Mark Pellegrino, Mark Sheppard, Richard Speight, Jr., Matt Cohen and Sebastian Roche' lined up.
Something that stood out to me...Matt Cohen smelled really good. One woman asked him about his cologne, but he didn't want to tell, because he said he wanted it to be uniquely his, which I can understand.
I also liked that some people felt comfortable giving hugs, I definitely didn't knock it.
People were having a blast dancing. I got a kick out of watching. I didn't, because I'm not a good dancer at all.
At around 1, I tottered on up to bed. Early for some of you, I know. ;)
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