I am going to regret this is in the morning…but I just can’t keep it in any longer!
I have only just recently, in the past few hours, been able to recover fully (and maybe even not that fully) from an encounter I just had at my usually uneventful retail job here in Vancouver.
Any of my posts from the van trip I took earlier this year might mention the show Supernatural. My travel companion got me hooked on day two and we binged a lot of the show in Casa Grande after finding all four seasons on DVD for stupid cheap at the Best Buy. We even made a detour to a roadside attraction that gave serious mystery spot vibes strictly because of the show.
I have only just recently, in the past few hours, been able to recover fully (and maybe even not that fully) from an encounter I just had at my usually uneventful retail job here in Vancouver.
Any of my posts from the van trip I took earlier this year might mention the show Supernatural. My travel companion got me hooked on day two and we binged a lot of the show in Casa Grande after finding all four seasons on DVD for stupid cheap at the Best Buy. We even made a detour to a roadside attraction that gave serious mystery spot vibes strictly because of the show.
It felt like of all the shows out there, this one was the most like what we were doing. It's the one that made me want to partake in so many ghost tours in Tombstone, not that I actually want to start seeing any kind of ghost or demon in real life or anything. But our trip soundtrack mirrors theirs so closely, and we're traveling America old school, trying to find old diners for pie, and it just kind of feels like it's meant to be.
For those of you who have never seen Supernatural, a short synopsis:
Two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, travel the US in a black, 1967 Chevy Impala with a trunk full of guns and rock salt, hunting demons, making obscure classic rock references and saving the world from what goes bump in the night. But make it sexy...
The actors they cast as Sam and Dean are possibly the most beautiful men on earth and couple that with the fact that I’m generally drawn to genre television shows (Buffy/Angel/True Blood/Being Human/etc) this show goes so far down my alley it hurts…ummm...or maybe lets just say that I was fated to love this show.
That being said, when the drive shaft fell off the van in Indio, California while we were travelling, I pitched in to help pay for the repairs, with TJ promising to pay me back as soon as she was able. Things have gotten a bit more complicated since then, but TJ and I decided to keep things both simple and fun, and instead of lump-summing that moolah back to me, she would be the treasurer of my social committee, thus providing us with concrete days I could book off of work and devote to fun activities with a friend.
Fun Money Event #1: Supernatural Convention!
We are full on going to nerd it up convention-style tomorrow, after celebrating with pancakes at The Templeton, a old-timey diner with booth-side jukeboxes here in downtown Vancouver.
I have been beside myself for weeks with the knowledge that I would be sharing the same breathing space as Jensen Ackles who plays Dean Winchester. Jared Padalecki will also be there, who plays Sam, but while he's pretty and all, I'm a Dean girl. I shall gaze upon the perfection of his face, in real life, and try to comport myself like an actual human woman. Which is difficult, because for the love of all that's holy, that boy makes me want to claw my face off, he’s so beautiful! Look at it!
Ridiculous. And this is full on, me going into girl mode, dithering about a mostly inconsequential (but not really, he is very consequential…and pretty, and funny, and probably smart-ish?) actor, but I just can’t help it. I’m totally THAT girl! I get little obsessions and I run with it until I’ve exhausted myself into a whole new obsession. (Future me: jokes on you past me, turns out these are called "hyper-fixations and its the ADHD's answer for dopamine release).
So, tomorrow is the convention…and what happens today? Jensen Ackles comes in my damn store!
I had just been telling Vivi, a lovely co-worker of mine, all about my excitement at the prospect of seeing the brothers Winchester tomorrow, and not fifteen minutes later I feel her iron grip clamping onto my arm.
“Oh my God, what Vivi?!” I say, alarmed at her apparent panic.
“Jensen Ackles is in the store!”
“FUCK OFF!” I say, probably too loudly as we were on the sales floor and I was the supervisor in charge. Whoops!
“He's in aisle 6!”
I dashed unbecomingly over to the end of the aisle to confirm her statement. Would you look at that! Dean Winchester is buying Perrier water. My reaction: immediate retreat
Cowering behind the cosmetics counter, “Vivi! What should I DO???”
“I don’t even KNOW!”
(I’d like to say this was less ridiculous than what I am writing…it’s not)
Realizing that I was not going to get any direction from Vivi about what I should do, I pondered for a few seconds what I would ideally like to get out of this situation. At the most: an autograph; the least: tell him how much I love his show. Okay brain, good work!
Not knowing what I was going to say, I thought to myself: ‘You will regret it forever if you don’t at least talk to him’. He was approaching the register, preparing to leave the store and taking my golden opportunity with him.
I took a deep breath and walked over to till #3 just as he and his friend passed in front of me.
So, tomorrow is the convention…and what happens today? Jensen Ackles comes in my damn store!
I had just been telling Vivi, a lovely co-worker of mine, all about my excitement at the prospect of seeing the brothers Winchester tomorrow, and not fifteen minutes later I feel her iron grip clamping onto my arm.
“Oh my God, what Vivi?!” I say, alarmed at her apparent panic.
“Jensen Ackles is in the store!”
“FUCK OFF!” I say, probably too loudly as we were on the sales floor and I was the supervisor in charge. Whoops!
“He's in aisle 6!”
I dashed unbecomingly over to the end of the aisle to confirm her statement. Would you look at that! Dean Winchester is buying Perrier water. My reaction: immediate retreat
Cowering behind the cosmetics counter, “Vivi! What should I DO???”
“I don’t even KNOW!”
(I’d like to say this was less ridiculous than what I am writing…it’s not)
Realizing that I was not going to get any direction from Vivi about what I should do, I pondered for a few seconds what I would ideally like to get out of this situation. At the most: an autograph; the least: tell him how much I love his show. Okay brain, good work!
Not knowing what I was going to say, I thought to myself: ‘You will regret it forever if you don’t at least talk to him’. He was approaching the register, preparing to leave the store and taking my golden opportunity with him.
I took a deep breath and walked over to till #3 just as he and his friend passed in front of me.
I literally slid beside him and just let the word vomit erupt:
“I’m sorry, but I will kick myself if I don’t tell you that I love your show.”
He smiled and said ‘thank you’. I think an angel may have gotten its wings when he spoke; such is the melodiousness of his voice. His companion looked bemused and I’m 99% positive my fan moment would be subject to some ribbing upon exit of the premises.
I looked up at him hopefully, “Could I possibly have an autograph?”
He got this look on his face, like he was slightly embarrassed, supremely flattered, and entirely humouring me, which I couldn’t even contemplate until later because all of those expressions were accompanied by a grin.
“I’m sorry, but I will kick myself if I don’t tell you that I love your show.”
He smiled and said ‘thank you’. I think an angel may have gotten its wings when he spoke; such is the melodiousness of his voice. His companion looked bemused and I’m 99% positive my fan moment would be subject to some ribbing upon exit of the premises.
I looked up at him hopefully, “Could I possibly have an autograph?”
He got this look on his face, like he was slightly embarrassed, supremely flattered, and entirely humouring me, which I couldn’t even contemplate until later because all of those expressions were accompanied by a grin.
I am going to interject this with a relevant tidbit of information: Jensen Ackles is from Texas; Texas’ biggest export? DIMPLES! I shit you not, I have never seen so many heart-shatteringly wonderful dimples as I did when we were in Texas.
Being Texan, the object of my affection has dimples; however, unlike his fellow Texans, Jensen’s dimples look like GOD inserted those fuckers with a smudge of his thumb. This is the only conclusion I can come to, because there is no earthly reason why that man’s smile radiated such an ethereal glow.
Being Texan, the object of my affection has dimples; however, unlike his fellow Texans, Jensen’s dimples look like GOD inserted those fuckers with a smudge of his thumb. This is the only conclusion I can come to, because there is no earthly reason why that man’s smile radiated such an ethereal glow.
I recognize that I am an insane person. I want it known that I do know this.
Momentarily stunned, and quickly losing my ability to for coherent thoughts, let alone comprehensible sentences, I turned to Jason, the cashier behind me, interrupting his transaction, and said:
“I need paper and a pen, immediately!”
As Jason was following my barked orders, I could hear my manager talking to Jensen:
Momentarily stunned, and quickly losing my ability to for coherent thoughts, let alone comprehensible sentences, I turned to Jason, the cashier behind me, interrupting his transaction, and said:
“I need paper and a pen, immediately!”
As Jason was following my barked orders, I could hear my manager talking to Jensen:
“Do you get that a lot” Mike asked.
“No, not really.”
“It must be really flattering then,” Mike continues.
“Yeah, totally!”
At this point I turned back to the receptor of God’s smudged in Dimples and handed him the pad of customer return forms that would become my autograph. He asked me my name, and after telling him I mentioned that I would be attending the convention tomorrow.
“No, not really.”
“It must be really flattering then,” Mike continues.
“Yeah, totally!”
At this point I turned back to the receptor of God’s smudged in Dimples and handed him the pad of customer return forms that would become my autograph. He asked me my name, and after telling him I mentioned that I would be attending the convention tomorrow.
“Oh really?” he said handing me my autograph, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
The dimples shone upon me like a double rainbow of full on ‘Oh my God’, and then, dear sweet Jesus, he put his hand on my shoulder. I am never washing my work shirt again.
When I say that I could not function for an entire hour, I'm not joking.
I don't know if it's growing up in a small town and thinking that Hollywood was so far away that I'd never see any part of it in real life, or if it's because I was obsessed with movies and actually wanted to be a movie critic as a kid, but I don't react well to meeting famous people. Especially ones in shows and movies that I really love.
I think that's why I blush red as a tomato, and I blurt embarrassing things, and generally just fall to pieces.
And why I asked my boss if it would be possible to get a copy of the security footage....
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| I DO RECOGNIZE THAT THIS IS NOT NORMAL. |
UPDATE:
I went to the convention. I brought back this:
And saw this again:
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| Not mine, but from the Con! |
We're like friends now.
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