My Weekend with Misha Collins, Part 2
Since I knew relatively little about Misha, I decided to go into Saturday with a little knowledge about his background. Yes, I Googled him. Turns out, this guy was really interesting! (Of course, I doubt I need to say that. His fans obviously know that.) I was a little giddy when I found out that he went to UChicago because my BFF (zempasuchil) went there herself! My goal was to get him to call her since she loves the show, etc., but I wanted to wait until the crazy weekend had died down. Saturday was going to be busy, I imagined.
We open up the Con bright and early and the room floods with people. Most of these people were getting in line for the super famous Patrick Stewart, but sure enough, Misha started getting his own line. I had redone the tape on the floor to create a buying and signing line. Trouble was, the buying line was getting too long and no one was there to take their money and send them to the signing line.
His handler appeared, followed soon by his agent. I knew she was going to take the line and change it up. Sure enough, she did. I didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes, so I took my place at the front of the table, next to the fans and not the celebrity. His agent looked at me after I had finished writing the fans’ names on Post-Its and told me to get behind the table and continue what I was doing yesterday. Understandable, since she now had three actors to look after. (The other two only had a Saturday/Sunday schedule.)
Misha greeted his fans and then me, and then he took his seat. Things were going rather smoothly-until he misspelled someone’s name. As I reached across the table to retrieve another photo to replace the ruined one, I heard him tear up the other one. As I turned back, holding out my hand to take the discarded picture, he instead flung it on the floor, taking the new photo and continuing where he left off. I didn’t really think anything about it, assuming he just didn’t see my hand, and continued my job of passing the photos along and listening to the fascinating conversations, soon becoming confident enough to respond sarcastically when prompted.
At one point, two young fangirls approach, giddy with tween crushes, and just talk to him. He asks if they were sisters, to which they respond, no, they’re just friends. He turned to me and asked me if I thought they looked like sisters. I respond, “No.” He turns to his handler and says, “I need a new assistant. She has to leave. She doesn’t agree with me.” But then he turns away and continues to joke with the fans.
A little later on, this one woman came up to the table. She had been in his line yesterday to have him sign her arm because she was going to turn it into a tattoo. Well, she returned, her arm still red from the tattoo. This time, she brought two other people. She introduced her husband to Misha and they all started talking. The other girl had apparently been the one to be their tattoo artist. I assumed this girl was their daughter-she certainly looked like a teenager to me. I focused on getting people ready to move along the line, so I didn’t hear much of their conversation. Once they all left, Misha turned to me and said, “They’re all married to each other.” I gave him a questioning look. “They both referred to him as their husband,” he continued. From this, the only thing I could was give him was this look of “Huh. Don’t see that every day!” and his face mimicked mine.
Bonding moment #1.
A couple more times during his morning signing, he messed up the person’s name and needed a new one. Every time he would rip the picture in half and let it drop to the floor. It became a game for him. One time he even looked me in the eye as he let the picture fall to the floor and then tell me to pick it up. Snarky bastard.
During the afternoon, he went away for his photo-op and I was introduced to Felicia Day’s handler. I had found out that Misha wanted to meet Felicia (I love that their names rhyme), and it turned out Felicia wanted to meet him, too! I made a plan in my head to sneak him downstairs when he wasn’t busy to surprise and meet her. But since their schedules were so off, it seemed impossible. But for now, I really wanted to meet her. Her handler was most obliging to show to where Felicia was playing a Table Top game, but I at least wanted to see her.
Once we got off the elevator, we ran into Christopher Lloyd who was going back up to the floor. Since it wasn’t the time, I decided to let him pass without geeking out over Doc Brown. We made it to the gaming floor where Felicia and Wil Wheaton were. Apparently, Wil had climbed into Felcia’s area on Friday and had taken her sign that listed her schedule below a picture of herself and put googly eyes on her face. Those two…
I found the game, and there she was. Adorable! Unfortunately, she was busy so I couldn’t approach her. But I watched the game for a bit and, since I knew nothing about Munchkin, I went back up to my post.
The afternoon was surprisingly slow for Misha. We kept letting him have breaks so he wasn’t bombarded with crazy fans who just wanted to talk to him for hours on end. During one of those lulls, I looked across the room and saw Christopher Lloyd just sitting there with no one in his line. Blasphemy! So I went up there to talk to him.
As I waved to his handler and approached Chris Lloyd. The first thing he said to me, as he shook my hand, was “Where’s my money?” And he held onto my hand a little longer than a standard handshake. I knew he was joking because he talked to me afterward. I was at a loss of what to say to him because I hadn’t really prepared anything. But we made small talk for about a minute and then I told him not to worry about the lull because a panel had just let out and he would have a line in no time. He shook my hand again, and then I returned to my table. Thankfully, people recognize a talent and lined up to get his autograph. I can’t say the same for Chris Sarandon…
We got a line going for Misha and then his handler went to get him. It was a short line, so he worked through it rather quickly. He looked at me and asked me if the panel was still going on. The previous day, some fangirls had told him about a Supernatural fan panel that was being held Saturday afternoon. I told him that it probably was since they would only have been twenty minutes into the panel. So he stood up and said, “I want to go.”
I looked over at his handler. “Misha wants to go to the fan panel.” With a sigh of exasperation, she nabbed her husband and they left to go crash the panel. I wanted to go, too, so I left someone in charge of the table and another Minion and I quickly followed. Good thing, because he needed the entourage. It turned out there wasn’t a back way into the panel so he had to walk on the main floor. Thankfully, not many people recognized him so he went through the crowd unscathed. We got to the door next to a sign that said the panel was full, so as we opened the door, some Minion told us it was full and we couldn’t come in. “Uh…this is Misha Collins. He’s on the show,” someone in our group said. “Oh!” And the door swung open for us.
It took a good 15 seconds before people realized who was in the room and then all the girls were screaming/crying/applauding/yelling. Misha does this funny thing where he looks around the room with a scrunched facial expression as if to say, “What? Is there someone famous in here? Where?” He got up to the mic and started talking to the two ladies at the front. Misha messed with them a bit, asked them funny/awkward questions, grabbed a Sam and Dean cosplayer and turned it into a “real” panel. My favorite question he asked was, “How did the dynamic of the show change when they brought on a real actor?” I’m sure he’s getting a lot of crap from “J-squared” now.
We left soon after, his entourage protecting him so he wasn’t bombarded by fans. We later found out that he pretty much ruined the rest of the panel. He soon had a fairly good line of people, but not enough to keep him going until the end of the day, so we sent him on another break until he had a line.
His agent and handler disappeared again and I was with a line of people waiting for his autograph and no celebrity. I was chatting with the fans when I saw him come out. Not from behind his curtain, but from across the room. Yes, he crossed the floor where all the fans where. And, instead of walking straight up to his table, he got in his own line. Crap, how was I going to get him up here? I thought. Then, I opened my mouth, and messed with him.
“Sir, you need to come up here if you want an autograph. It’s ten dollars.”
“How much?”
“Ten dollars.”
“Ten doll-?! Oh, forget this!” he said and walked out of the line. Thankfully, instead of completely walking away, he walked up to his table and took his post.
I still can’t figure out why he did that nor if he knew I was going to mess with him over it, but it worked out perfectly, and that was Bonding Moment #2. People were talking about him crashing his own line the next day and the “awesome person” who was messing with him. Yes, I’m a little proud of that.
When he left that day, I was cleaning his table so I wasn’t really looking at him but he put his hand on my shoulder and said good bye to me, his hand sliding down my upper arm. Bonding Moment #3!
Yes, you can image by the end of Day Two, I was in love with him. Who wouldn’t be?
If you can imagine it, Day Three gets even better. Stay tuned!
We open up the Con bright and early and the room floods with people. Most of these people were getting in line for the super famous Patrick Stewart, but sure enough, Misha started getting his own line. I had redone the tape on the floor to create a buying and signing line. Trouble was, the buying line was getting too long and no one was there to take their money and send them to the signing line.
His handler appeared, followed soon by his agent. I knew she was going to take the line and change it up. Sure enough, she did. I didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes, so I took my place at the front of the table, next to the fans and not the celebrity. His agent looked at me after I had finished writing the fans’ names on Post-Its and told me to get behind the table and continue what I was doing yesterday. Understandable, since she now had three actors to look after. (The other two only had a Saturday/Sunday schedule.)
Misha greeted his fans and then me, and then he took his seat. Things were going rather smoothly-until he misspelled someone’s name. As I reached across the table to retrieve another photo to replace the ruined one, I heard him tear up the other one. As I turned back, holding out my hand to take the discarded picture, he instead flung it on the floor, taking the new photo and continuing where he left off. I didn’t really think anything about it, assuming he just didn’t see my hand, and continued my job of passing the photos along and listening to the fascinating conversations, soon becoming confident enough to respond sarcastically when prompted.
At one point, two young fangirls approach, giddy with tween crushes, and just talk to him. He asks if they were sisters, to which they respond, no, they’re just friends. He turned to me and asked me if I thought they looked like sisters. I respond, “No.” He turns to his handler and says, “I need a new assistant. She has to leave. She doesn’t agree with me.” But then he turns away and continues to joke with the fans.
A little later on, this one woman came up to the table. She had been in his line yesterday to have him sign her arm because she was going to turn it into a tattoo. Well, she returned, her arm still red from the tattoo. This time, she brought two other people. She introduced her husband to Misha and they all started talking. The other girl had apparently been the one to be their tattoo artist. I assumed this girl was their daughter-she certainly looked like a teenager to me. I focused on getting people ready to move along the line, so I didn’t hear much of their conversation. Once they all left, Misha turned to me and said, “They’re all married to each other.” I gave him a questioning look. “They both referred to him as their husband,” he continued. From this, the only thing I could was give him was this look of “Huh. Don’t see that every day!” and his face mimicked mine.
Bonding moment #1.
A couple more times during his morning signing, he messed up the person’s name and needed a new one. Every time he would rip the picture in half and let it drop to the floor. It became a game for him. One time he even looked me in the eye as he let the picture fall to the floor and then tell me to pick it up. Snarky bastard.
During the afternoon, he went away for his photo-op and I was introduced to Felicia Day’s handler. I had found out that Misha wanted to meet Felicia (I love that their names rhyme), and it turned out Felicia wanted to meet him, too! I made a plan in my head to sneak him downstairs when he wasn’t busy to surprise and meet her. But since their schedules were so off, it seemed impossible. But for now, I really wanted to meet her. Her handler was most obliging to show to where Felicia was playing a Table Top game, but I at least wanted to see her.
Once we got off the elevator, we ran into Christopher Lloyd who was going back up to the floor. Since it wasn’t the time, I decided to let him pass without geeking out over Doc Brown. We made it to the gaming floor where Felicia and Wil Wheaton were. Apparently, Wil had climbed into Felcia’s area on Friday and had taken her sign that listed her schedule below a picture of herself and put googly eyes on her face. Those two…
I found the game, and there she was. Adorable! Unfortunately, she was busy so I couldn’t approach her. But I watched the game for a bit and, since I knew nothing about Munchkin, I went back up to my post.
The afternoon was surprisingly slow for Misha. We kept letting him have breaks so he wasn’t bombarded with crazy fans who just wanted to talk to him for hours on end. During one of those lulls, I looked across the room and saw Christopher Lloyd just sitting there with no one in his line. Blasphemy! So I went up there to talk to him.
As I waved to his handler and approached Chris Lloyd. The first thing he said to me, as he shook my hand, was “Where’s my money?” And he held onto my hand a little longer than a standard handshake. I knew he was joking because he talked to me afterward. I was at a loss of what to say to him because I hadn’t really prepared anything. But we made small talk for about a minute and then I told him not to worry about the lull because a panel had just let out and he would have a line in no time. He shook my hand again, and then I returned to my table. Thankfully, people recognize a talent and lined up to get his autograph. I can’t say the same for Chris Sarandon…
We got a line going for Misha and then his handler went to get him. It was a short line, so he worked through it rather quickly. He looked at me and asked me if the panel was still going on. The previous day, some fangirls had told him about a Supernatural fan panel that was being held Saturday afternoon. I told him that it probably was since they would only have been twenty minutes into the panel. So he stood up and said, “I want to go.”
I looked over at his handler. “Misha wants to go to the fan panel.” With a sigh of exasperation, she nabbed her husband and they left to go crash the panel. I wanted to go, too, so I left someone in charge of the table and another Minion and I quickly followed. Good thing, because he needed the entourage. It turned out there wasn’t a back way into the panel so he had to walk on the main floor. Thankfully, not many people recognized him so he went through the crowd unscathed. We got to the door next to a sign that said the panel was full, so as we opened the door, some Minion told us it was full and we couldn’t come in. “Uh…this is Misha Collins. He’s on the show,” someone in our group said. “Oh!” And the door swung open for us.
It took a good 15 seconds before people realized who was in the room and then all the girls were screaming/crying/applauding/yelling. Misha does this funny thing where he looks around the room with a scrunched facial expression as if to say, “What? Is there someone famous in here? Where?” He got up to the mic and started talking to the two ladies at the front. Misha messed with them a bit, asked them funny/awkward questions, grabbed a Sam and Dean cosplayer and turned it into a “real” panel. My favorite question he asked was, “How did the dynamic of the show change when they brought on a real actor?” I’m sure he’s getting a lot of crap from “J-squared” now.
We left soon after, his entourage protecting him so he wasn’t bombarded by fans. We later found out that he pretty much ruined the rest of the panel. He soon had a fairly good line of people, but not enough to keep him going until the end of the day, so we sent him on another break until he had a line.
His agent and handler disappeared again and I was with a line of people waiting for his autograph and no celebrity. I was chatting with the fans when I saw him come out. Not from behind his curtain, but from across the room. Yes, he crossed the floor where all the fans where. And, instead of walking straight up to his table, he got in his own line. Crap, how was I going to get him up here? I thought. Then, I opened my mouth, and messed with him.
“Sir, you need to come up here if you want an autograph. It’s ten dollars.”
“How much?”
“Ten dollars.”
“Ten doll-?! Oh, forget this!” he said and walked out of the line. Thankfully, instead of completely walking away, he walked up to his table and took his post.
I still can’t figure out why he did that nor if he knew I was going to mess with him over it, but it worked out perfectly, and that was Bonding Moment #2. People were talking about him crashing his own line the next day and the “awesome person” who was messing with him. Yes, I’m a little proud of that.
When he left that day, I was cleaning his table so I wasn’t really looking at him but he put his hand on my shoulder and said good bye to me, his hand sliding down my upper arm. Bonding Moment #3!
Yes, you can image by the end of Day Two, I was in love with him. Who wouldn’t be?
If you can imagine it, Day Three gets even better. Stay tuned!