BosCon, or as I Would Prefer to Call It, “Best Day Ever”
Saturday, 2 pm: My soccer-mom SUV has magically turned into a 1967 black Chevy Impala (due mostly to the fact that I have removed my childrens’ booster seats) and my Supernatural playlist is pumping out of the speakers. Boston, here I come.
It was sometime back in the early Spring I became aware of the fact that Supernatural Fan Conventions actually existed, and it was with heart-pumping excitement that I found one coming to Boston, Massachusetts in August. I live in Maine, just a mere two and a half hours north of Boston. My birthday also falls in August, so it was without too much eye-rolling that my dear husband purchased me tickets. I had arranged to go with two dear friends from fanfiction.net – I will only refer to them here as Onyx Moonbeam and Enkidu_97, to protect their identities. They run the popular E/O weekly drabble challenge on fanfiction.net. It didn’t take too much convincing to get them to come with me to the event.
Saturday evening I arrived in Boston at my hotel. May I suggest that when driving in this fair city, you do not use your blinker, but frequent your horn, and make much use of your middle finger. That’s apparently what most of the other drivers with Massachusetts did – but I was just a “effing redneck,” often caught in the wrong lane, politely attempting to get over using my signal. I learn slow. Seriously, though, I am originally from the Bay State, and I was used to the attitude. Nothing could get me down!
I met Enkidu and Onyx at the Boston Hyatt Hotel where the event was taking place. We promptly ran into Richard Speight, Jr. (Trickster/Gabriel) and young John Winchester in the hotel lobby.
Let me explain about the event, as many of you may be new to the convention process as was I. It took place all weekend at the hotel. Friday’s panels included Chad Lindberg, Jason Manns, and Alona Tal, as well as photo ops with each and autograph sessions. Friday night’s karaoke with Richard Speight, Jr., Matt Cohen, Alona and Chad was much talked about all weekend. Saturday’s panels included Traci Dinwiddie, Matt Cohen, and Richard Speight, Jr. Other events included an auction, a Ouija board expert, music video presentations, and a costume competition.
Many of these event are open to “Gold” ticket holders (the highest price) and some to “Silver” ticket holders. We were neither. The three of us had simply purchased “preferred” seating for Sunday’s panels ($90), an autograph from Jared ($89), and a photo session with Jared ($129). In addition, anyone could purchase private meet and greets with any of the attendees, ranging from $100 with Chad to $300 with Jared.
Sunday morning we gathered and got in line at 8 am to register. The photo session was up first thing, and as I waited in line, Mr. Padalecki burst thru some nearby doors, all height, muscle, flannel shirt and cologne. He held his hands up for hi-fives, but I choose to “miss” and pat his biceps instead. In the photo room, music blared from a nearby iPod docking station as we were ushered one by one into Jared’s waiting arms. He took the time to pose as requested by each fan, or just gathered them in for a close shot. I was wearing a “Got Moose?” t-shirt, which we each pointed at playfully. The staff at Creation Entertainment, I must say, runs a very tight ship, and after quick pose, as flash of the camera, and a “thanks, babe,” from Jared, I was on my way. We walked out of the room, hearts thumping, feet barely touching the ground.
After a bit of a break, we were allowed into the ballroom where the Gold and Silver ticket holders were seated closest to the stage. Our seats were fine, Row “O”, and right in the middle. I settled for a moment, then realized that on either side of the stage, microphones were set up and lines were forming. I pulled my note with my question from my pocket, left my camera with E/O, and went to wait in the question line. Jared came on stage shortly after, again, seemingly bigger than life. He promptly began taking questions from those waiting at the microphones.
Immediately, I was impressed with his stage presence and demeanor. He really had a kind way of acknowledging each fan, and though there may have been some joking and play, he always answered the question thoroughly, and thanked the fan for their question. If you can find a video of the ‘train story’ somewhere, as my re-telling of it would not do justice to the animated, hilarious manner in which Jared told it. He stood, he walked, he acted it out, he laughed with us at the funny parts. Entertaining does not begin to describe it.
About ½ hour in, Misha joined him on stage. It was immediately apparent the two enjoyed each others’ company, and though they may have done similar conventions a thousand times before, they made it fresh and fun for all of us. Though I may be scarred for life after asking my question.
The day was broken up with an autograph session with Jared. He looked at each person’s item politely, and even read the poem I wrote about the Winchesters that I had him sign. “That’s cool,” he commented.
Richard Speight, Jr. came on stage after a short break and a trivia competition. The man does not stand still for a moment, as many of my blurred photos of him can attest. He came back and walked around to us in the “cheap seats.” In one of the funnier moments, he attempted to call Mark Pelligreno on his cell phone to get help answering a question. He muttered, “I actually have him listed as ‘Mark Lucifer’ on my phone.”
At one point, he even brought a sobbing fan up on stage and hugged and reassured her. “I have met the best people here today,” she sputtered, “…and all of you are so down to Earth, too.” Seeing as the crowd was 95% women, there was not another dry eye in the room. She was completely right, though. Everyone that was there that day was a Supernatural fan, without a doubt. It was just a great pleasure to be in the company of some many other folks that enjoyed getting their geek on. And, I must say, it was the most polite, well behave group of folks I have ever been with. Conversations started easily over shared snacks by people of every description.
After Richard, Brock Kelly took the stage. I really have to say this was the only downer of the day. To give him credit, Brock only appeared in one episode, so there was not a whole lot for him to talk about – but his conversation was monotone, and even a bit angsty. He corrected a fan who mentioned the Trickster: “You mean, Richard?” His answers were short and the long silences were painful. When the discouraged fans decided to stop asking questions, Brock declared, “Okay, let’s have a staring contest.” I have to admit that’s when I walked out to find my photo op picture, which had just been printed out.
There was an auction with the proceeds going to Misha and Jared’s selected charities. The items included Supernatural themed t-shirts, mugs, and signed banners that decorated the ballroom. I did purchase a banner that had a picture and signature from each person that was in attendance that weekend. I’m not going to talk about what I paid. Let’s just call that part of my birthday present.
Misha, Misha. Misha came on and got the crowd going again. His sharp, biting sense of humor had us all rolling from the start. Granted, this was a love fest for anyone up on that stage, but my sides ached from his witty banter. A cute young lady dressed in perfectly as Castiel was pulled on stage. “Wow, where did you find this tie? Its so authentic!” Misha asked. “Wal-Mart,” she replied. Misha also wore a name tag: “Hello….my name is GOD.”
When Misha left the stage, it was time for us to go. Exhausted but exhilarated, the three of us headed back to Maine with our autographed items clutched to our chests and the memories forever in our hearts.