Friday is always the best day of conventions! I’m going to start with the highlights of today, because I want to
scream the following sentences from the rooftops forever: CARRIE FISHER PUT
GLITTER ON MY FACE. AND TOM FELTON GREETED ME BY SAYING “HELLO, MY LOVE.”
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The con opened at eleven this morning, so I was there at eleven. The line moved remarkably quickly, aww yeah. I headed straight to the celebrity row. Carrie Fisher was at her
table and I joined the line. It was very slow moving. To say those words does
not extent the slow moving-ness of the line. It did not move. As I eventually
got closer I observed that Carrie Fisher is tiny. Tiny! She had her dog, a French bulldog named Harry, sitting with her, and
she was rubbing glitter on all the meet-and-greeters. Why? Because she's Carrie Fisher and she can do that, that's why.
I stood in line for two hours. She went on break once for probably
forty minutes. I stayed. It’s Carrie Fisher. When she went on break she
looked at me (the wrap around line I was in had put me near her table) and said, “We’re
going to replenish the glitter. This is stale glitter.”
She did come back. I made it to the
table and picked out a photo for her to sign and suddenly I was standing in front of Carrie
Fisher. Carrie Fisher. Princess Leia. PRINCESS FREAKING LEIA. I could tell from
watching that she was a celebrity who liked to keep a distance from her fans,
with excellent reason. I’m sure she has heard insane stuff since this all blew
up in the seventies. The appropriation of slave Leia into popular culture makes
me sick. So I knew that I wouldn’t want to try to chat her up or anything, because I'd probably end up telling her about the childhood pillowcase I had with her face on it, and that's not cool. She
thought the girl in front of me was Rebecca and then I said, “No, I’m Rebecca,”
and she said, “You’re Rebecca” and then, “Close, please” meaning to close my
eyes in order to get silver glittered RUBBED ON MY FACE WITH THE ACTUAL FINGER
OF CARRIE FISHER. She was telling someone about her dog while doing it, and
then sang, “Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca” to some tune that I’ve heard before but
don’t know, all with my eyes still closed. It was a very surreal moment. She
wrote “Love to Rebecca, Carrie Fisher” on the picture. She was a gem. Observe me showing off the glitter:
It was about 1:30 and I went to the ballroom to see who was in
there. It was the original Uhura from Star Trek, and she has a very nice
singing voice! After her panel was Felicia Day. Felicia Day is the
bomb. She at one point made a face and then said, “I did a dumb face cuz I got
awkward. HI.” Felicia Day is me. She automatically says yes to anything Joss
Whedon offers. She has written a book, to be released in August! Once on the
Supernatural set Jensen was making fun of her during their fight scene and she
hit him so hard she dislocated her thumb. She was so great.
Then it was Tom Felton’s panel. Tom Felton. Tom Felton. The man is
so freaking sexy. HIS VOICE THOUGH. British accents are the most attractive of
all the things. He was sorted into Gryffindor on Pottermore recently, and so
everyone was teasing him about that. “I had to be in bloody Gryffindor.” And
the first time he met his girlfriend she was an extra at the Gryffindor table. “The
signs were already pointing towards my true house.” He’s in the editing process
of making a documentary about conventions and super fans, how cool is that?? He
clearly has an insider’s perspective. He thinks it’s bizarre that people act
like conventions are weird, then yell at a television for two hours about a
game that doesn’t affect them at all. “This is not right at all.” Describing
how he got to be Draco Malfoy: “I managed to sneer pretty bad.” If Harry had
accepted his offer of friendship, “I probably have just kicked his arse.” When
he’s nostalgic he says, “Scared, Potter?” “If you see me wandering around
saying that to myself don’t think I’m crazy.” He met a very naughty spoken
six-year-old. When meeting people on set everyone loved the trio and was afraid
of Tom. He says that Alan Rickman embraced the fear he inspired and would say things like, “Tuck
in your shirt, boy" along with giving out cuffs to the back of the head. A little girl
asked Toma question and he asked how old she was and she said nine and he said, “You’ll
be getting your letter soon” and it was adorable.
So after that panel I went to get in line to meet him. It was a
very long line. I know I said that the line for Carrie Fisher didn’t move, but
I was further back in this one and it Did. Not. Move. This line ended up being
almost three hours. Luckily the couple in front of me were friendly and we
became line friends. The wife’s name was Katie, I don’t know the dude’s name. Life friends are a funny phenomenon. The husband complimented
my shirt (Calvin and Hobbes/Star Wars crossover) and asked my name about an hour in. We're all fans of Firefly, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and conventions in general. Husband accidentally called me a liiiiiitle bit pathetic for being there alone, but our line friendship survived nonetheless.
We saw a dude wandering around in a sports jersey and I remarked it is the opposite of high
school-- one jock in thousands of nerds. The husband: “Maybe he’s a geek in
jock’s clothing.” A girl dressed as Oliver Queen asked if I'd ever been to Spain, because I look like someone she met on a plane there. At some point we realized that we had moved forward
quite a bit in line. It really was strange-- I don’t remember moving. Neither did wife
Katie. There is only the line, stretching out into infinity. But we did move,
but then the volunteers started warning that Tom was leaving at seven (it was 6:20), and we
were not guaranteed to make it through. I felt lame about that, as did those around me. But I
waited, hoping against hope. The husband said, “Watch as he goes away right when
we get there.” I berated him about putting such things out into the universe and made him take it back. "If I don't get my autograph, it's your fault, and you will be cursed."
Then the volunteer came to get the last ten people
and blessed be this day for I was one of the ten. At this point my heartbeat
raced out of control because he was right there being his gorgeous British self
and I was going to meet him and I couldn’t handle it. A sticky note with my name was stuck to the headshot
for him to sign, and suddenly I was standing in front of Tom Felton.
He is so hot in person.
He was looking around for more pens, because apparently the
markers they had been using were starting to run out. So he wasn’t paying
attention to me and I was standing there not knowing what to say and finally he
looks at me and I go “HI” in probably the weirdest possible way. He says, in
those dulcet British tones that make me absolutely melt, “Hello, my love.”
HELLO, MY LOVE.
IN BRITISH
THIS IS NOT REAL
Then, “Rebecca, is it?” Yes sir that is me. I think I made some
noise of affirmation. Tom said, “I see you met Carrie earlier. Got glittered.”
GOT GLITTERED. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with how that phrase sounded
coming out of his mouth, but the obsession is real. I
said I was a big fan of Carrie Fisher. He started to sign the picture. I was
freaking out because I wanted to ask if he hated monkeys (it's a running joke between my roommate and I) but knew the time was short. I
said, “I have a quick question for you which I promised my roommate I would
ask.” Tom Felton: “Hit me.” Me: Do you have negative feelings towards monkeys
because of your death in Planet of the Apes?” He looked a bit thoughtful and
said, “No, I don’t think so.” I said I was scared of them and he said, “Oh, I’m
scared of them. I guess I’ve always had negative feelings towards them, but not
because of the film.” HAAHHA YES HE DOESN’T LIKE MONKEYS SCORE. I put out my hand for him to shake
and he did and I was shaking for probably the next ten minutes. Katie and her
husband were waiting beside the table to talk to me, which I thought was
exceedingly nice, because usually your line buddies just vanish into the mists
of time. But we said our goodbyes and they thanked me for providing
entertainment in line and I was shaking so bad for like an hour because TOM FELTON SAID “HELLO MY LOVE”
in his British accent and ahhh
He wrote “To Rebecca, Love Tom Felton, Draco.” He has the most
lovely handwriting.
I could have
stayed a bit longer (I haven't had a chance to look at even most of the booths this time around, and am not sure how much time I have tomorrow), but I had to go home and get ready for an audition and
scream to my roommates about how fantastic fan conventions are. CARRIE FISHER
PUT GLITTER ON MY FACE AND TOM FELTON REMARKED UPON IT.
Glad you got to meet him. That line was killer!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you had a chance to ask Tom about the monkeys. You are my hero!
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