Day 8 of our road trip and day 2 of the Supernatural
Convention. Yesterday we just tickled the tip of the ice berg (I was going for
some other tip there – but let’s keep this clean). Today we have panels from the
bulk of the cast as well as the show stoppers: Moose and Squirrel.
Our first panel was the charismatic and deliciously naughty Ruth Connell. Sassy, witty and – what gives her that something extra – a thick
Scottish accent. She is tiny in stature but massive in presence. She is also
pretty massive in kleptomania it seems as she handed out hotel toiletries to members
of the crowd. Basically if you asked a question you got a shampoo or a bar of
soap or something. One lucky contestant even went home with a used shoe mitt…lucky
man.
As I mentioned yesterday, Richard and Rob are the glue that
bind the shows together. They run around and invoke chaos in between the
various panels. Our next panel, after a cameo from Dick, Rob and Matthew Cohen we
were introduced to Mark Sheppard.
He is mean. So mean. I am not sure if the casting agent is a
genius or if the show has altered him but the snake tongued and fire witted
King of Hell put on a great show. I was bursting for a pee but too scared to
stand up in case he tore me a new a-hole. He is seriously funny – just as long
as I am not the victim. He is also quite a short guy – seems to be a trend. He,
Travis, Osric, Rob, Jensen and the bulk of the cast are all batting in below
the 6 ft mark. Perhaps the camera kit is charged by the yard? Then you get
Jarred. He must have auditioned on his knees or something. More on that later.
Next up was the soft and rather seductive Misha Collins.
Without his deep fallen-angel voice he comes across as a guy you could play
chess against and not mind beating. He’s a great guy on stage. Handled the
questions well and isn’t afraid of some fourth-kind contact. His panel wasn’t
particularly funny but it was absorbing and entertaining none the less.
He
asked the crowd “Who here has come from the furthest away?” to which a few
people shouted random states in America. I propped up my voice and yelled
“South Africa”. Now, I forget that when you are on stage you can’t see shit due
to the lights. So he said “South Africa? No, are you lying?” and I stood up –
dressed in my springbok jersey and pointed to the South African flag on the
back of it. All he saw – apparently – was some random dude stand up and point
frantically to his back. He made fun of me. I hid away.
Misha then went onto
ordering like five or six huge pizzas from the local pizzeria, got them
delivered (all on speaker phone) to the venue and shared pizza with us. The
Pizza dude took his shot at the lime light and put on a little show as well. He
actually ended up coming back on the Sunday as well.
We popped out to Whisky Rose for a bevvie (or was that yesterday - its all a blur) and some nibbles during the lunch time break. Had a quick power nap and headed back downstairs
later that afternoon for the Louden Swain concert. It was great – really fun
music. Jarred and Jensen pitched up during the performance and gave a little
show as well. Jensen even played guitar and sang to the crowd – pretty awesome.
I am not sure what song he was signing though due to the shrieks. Saying that I
am not sure if it was shrieks or just the tinnitus from yesterday.
After the concert Barbara purchased their CD and got autographs
from all of the band members. She told Rob that she really enjoyed the show
and that she is a fan and so on – you know the fairly usual stuff. Rob had no
frikken idea what Barbara said to him. He stared at her blankly with that showbiz smile, looked up to
me for some backup to which I just packed out laughing. Nice guys.
We headed out to have cheese burgers, fries and a milkshake at Johnny Rockets and called it a night.
That was Saturday. Tomorrow is the J&J
show with our photo shoot and all. I was going to write day 8 and day 9 on one
blog but I feel I must elaborate a little on this picture:
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