Hello, gentle readers, and welcome to Chris/Miko's record of events covering the 28th-30th of March: Salute to Supernatural in LA. Expect rambling, mixing around of information thanks to an unreliable memory, and plenty of capital letters. This is by no means supposed to be official or particularly informative as it is my personal account. If you're just here for the pictures, feel free to keep scrolling. Enjoy as many pictures as you like, but please do not distribute them elsewhere nor claim them as your own.
( This blog contains swearing
and possibly things of a sexual nature! )
Let's begin, shall we?
The very, very
first related things that happened were 1) me deciding to go, buying the tickets and 2) receiving said tickets, like, a month later but no one cares. I freaked out, I couldn't decide if I wanted to spend all this money, and then I just went for it. Then I forgot for many, many weeks and didn't even seem excited when the ticket showed up.
Likely, I was in shock.
Similarly, I wasn't all that interested while going over airport procedures, wondering how I was going to find my seat, all these things... it wasn't until ^ this picture that things seemed to really cook up. Naturally, I had left packing until the ungodly hours before I would have to be leaving so it was getting really really
close to the time to go and I was feeling it. I'm always sort of paranoid that I'm going to leave something important behind but this time.... well, this was my very first
time flying by myself so I was more than freaking out now. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU BRING ON A TRIP? Plus, I was stuffing everything in this little orange backpack to avoid having to check any items so I was pretty much limited to exactly what would fit into it.
As pictured above, I started piling up the meager things I would have along. In the middle of this, my precious cat Bunny leapt up and made herself comfortable on said pile. I think she wanted to go.
Sadly, she did not go.
I could go on suspensefully about how scary it was trying to get to my plane but, uh... my dad was totally with me, half of you were there with
me, and I already posted the picture.
So that was me, window-seat as usual, being almost as excited about seeing mountains again as anything else. Getting to the plane was easy cause my dad walked me through it and got us into his special flyer's room where they let you have free food. Walking to my seat by myself was a little weird but I kept expecting someone I knew to be there, so I was almost calm for it. I read a little, napped a tiny bit, and basically just stared out my window.
I probably also looked like a ridiculous tourist for taking pictures out my plane window.
OMFG I'M IN AN AIRPORT I'M BY MYSELF WHERE DO I-- oh, hay, handy colored signs.
So basically I shuffled off the plane trying to look uber relaxed ( you know how, as you're getting off, everyone in the freakin' terminal stares at you? Yeah, sure, they might be waiting for someone but, wow, everyone. Staring. ) I didn't care. I was listening to OK Go's "You're So Hot" and feelin' cool. Then I went and found the purple ( or maybe it was red ) Hotel and Free Parking shuttles sign and camped out under it, determined to stay as long as needed for a Marriott bus to pull around.
Meanwhile, these guys had some lighting equipment just chilling out on the sidewalk and I was amused by it. Ohh, California.
I'm pretty sure every other hotel bus came by at least twice first, but the Marriott did
appear and I was happier for it. I climbed aboard as fast as they would let me, found a seat, and then attempted to look cool again. Some more songs in the 'Y' area of my playlist were going.
By this point, you're all going--- "WTF CHRIS, WHEREFOR IS THE ACTUAL
WELL IT'S COMING UP. It's not like that much actually happened on Friday events-wise anyway.
First you have to see my hotel room. Because isn't it spectacular
? And I'm so proud of myself for getting it. I called my parents, as I was instructed, every step of the way and after asking which counter to approach, I did. The lady couldn't seem to find my name, however, and kept asking me about a print-out or confirmation number that I didn't have
so I was sweating it big time as she moved to a different computer and tried again.
Oh, she says. Oops. We had three 't's in your last name instead of two.
? Three? Whose name has three 't's in a row? Ahhh! I just had a heart-attack: you could've killed me!
Oh well. I have a room. And it is snazzy.
Err.... I'm a dork. Let's move on.
I had some time to kill, so I went and ate at the restaurant, Champion's, that they had there and about as it hit 7:30 or so I was done and could go see about preregistering. Surely, having my ticket and stuff all ready for tomorrow would put me at ease. So I get myself all ready and head below ( deep down beeelooooow ) to the Ballroom level where everything's going to be taking place.
First off, I got in the wrong line. But since everyone else in front of me was also in the wrong line, I didn't feel so bad. I noticed that, despite what the webpage had said, the photo-ops didn't appear to be sold out. I considered but made myself move on. Picking up the lanyard and such, I realized that I had left my photo-op confirmation page upstairs in my hotel room. SIGH. And I'm, of course, wearing these clunky sandals that don't let me walk very fast. After some thought, I figure it's definitely better to get it out of the way, so I go back to my room on the 7th floor and at the positive end of the corridor and then journey back down to the Ballroom level.
Some girl is waiting at the wrong end of the photo-op confirmation line and they tell her to go around to the end, so what does she do? She budges in front of me as if she can't even see I'm there. Huh. Thanks. Whatever.
I get to the front, though, and hand Chris my piece of paper. "Just Jensen," I inform him, since he's been asking people to be ready to say what they have. "Oh, a date," he replies. "Yeah, for fifteen seconds," I retort, though I can't say it wasn't cute to hear anyway. Bah, I'm just as bad as everyone I pretend to complain about. Sorry, Jensen.
Well, now it's just me until bed-time so I wander into the vendors room. It's weird how you could have no urge whatsoever to own merchandise until you're actually staring at the stuff. There's a guy with old soundtracks and posters, some lady with associated memorabilia and pictures ( some autographed already, some not ), another table with t-shirts, and two more with posters, mugs, and then official pictures for people who want them autographed later. I'm not that big of a t-shirt person, especially for those with just big faces plastered all over your chest, but I do find one with just writing that I enjoy so I go for that, the snazzy Petrelli pin above, and then I hang around trying to casually strike up conversation with anyone standing nearby. It works, actually, and I meet about three people long enough to get their names, too.
Somewhere in there, a woman also stops me to ask for an interview about why I'm here, why I like about the show, etc, etc. I do my best attempt to sound intelligent, but I'm pretty sure I just made a lot of ramblings while trying not to go "and the boys are just so hot teehee!" because that is so
only the second reason! Dammit, it's brothers. The brotherly relationship. Of course, that's just as dangerous to say, considering how every meanginful relationship has been twisted into sex these days. SAD. SAD FOR HUMANITY.
Umm, yeah, that's about all you guys want to hear about that.
So I hovered around in the hallway a bit until one of the volunteers told me to just go in, already, and enjoy the concert. I hadn't been planning on attending but, well, what else did I have to do? And I had
spent all that money, sooo... I went in.
This is my awesome and a half seat! By some miraculous twist of fate, I was nearly center, and had all this delicious leg-room. I'd been imagining a much bigger venue, so the smallness of the room was totally nice.
Adam, the Creation Entertainment head person and master of ceremonies, came out to welcome the small collection of people here ( there was only one other person in my row, and she was at the end furthest from me ) and introduce Jason Manns, whose baby-faced portrait was staring at us from the big-screen. During this time, I also glanced back to see what I had thought was going to be Jess and her mum's seats but they were occupied by someone and I knew Jess wasn't coming in until midnight, so I was a little put-out by my remembering the seats wrong.( Jason Manns concertCollapse )
Back in my room, I placed out my clothes for the day, set my phone alarm, and failed to fall asleep for a while.