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. This I being said, I am jumping the gun. I promised a post about “Supernatural” and this just has to be it.
If any of you have read my Peroxide Bunnies in a Van blog, you will remember my mentioning of this show several times throughout. TJ got me hooked on day two of the Van Plan and we watched all four seasons (that were out on DVD) whilest traveling the country. 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 being all-around BAD ASS!
Does it hurt that the actors they cast as Sam and Dean are possibly the most beautiful male specimens on earth? Of course not! But as I’m generally drawn to supernatural television shows (Buffy/Angel/True Blood/Being Human/etc) this show goes so far down my alley it hurts…Jesus that sounded bad. Let’s just say, I was fated to love this show.
That being said, when the drive shaft fell off the van in Indio, California, 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 for reasons I will not divulge at the moment, 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 having a rad time with the Teej.
Fun Money Event #1: Supernatural Convention!
We are full on going to nerd it up convention-style tomorrow, after celebrating with Pancakes (something we also did at IHOP after acquiring all 4 seasons from the Best Buy in Casa Grande Arizona) at The Templeton. I have been beside myself for weeks with the knowledge that I would be sharing the same breathing space as Dean Winchester. *Dramatic sigh* that boy makes me want to claw my face off, he’s so beautiful! Look at it!
Does it hurt that the actors they cast as Sam and Dean are possibly the most beautiful male specimens on earth? Of course not! But as I’m generally drawn to supernatural television shows (Buffy/Angel/True Blood/Being Human/etc) this show goes so far down my alley it hurts…Jesus that sounded bad. Let’s just say, I was fated to love this show.
That being said, when the drive shaft fell off the van in Indio, California, 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 for reasons I will not divulge at the moment, 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 having a rad time with the Teej.
Fun Money Event #1: Supernatural Convention!
We are full on going to nerd it up convention-style tomorrow, after celebrating with Pancakes (something we also did at IHOP after acquiring all 4 seasons from the Best Buy in Casa Grande Arizona) at The Templeton. I have been beside myself for weeks with the knowledge that I would be sharing the same breathing space as Dean Winchester. *Dramatic sigh* that boy makes me want to claw my face off, he’s so beautiful! Look at it!
It’s just ridiculous how hot he is! 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 (see: Hanson 2008, and Friends Don’t Let Friends Drink Friends) and I run with it until I’ve exhausted myself into a whole new obsession.
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 at 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 kick yourself 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 someone who looked so much like him I must assume they were brothers (just not Winchester brothers) 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. RIDICULOUS!
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:
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. RIDICULOUS!
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.
“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.
“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.
UPDATE:
I went to the convention. I brought back this:
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| The Supamug |
And saw this again:
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| Totally stole this. But it's from the Con! |
We're like friends now.
:O
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