2.14.2010

There are some things in life money can't buy...

Those of you who know me or my fic know that I really like the Master Card commercial.  I'll use it again here because nothing else does a better job at summing up how my obscenely overpriced visit to the San Francisco Twilight Convention was totally worth it.

General Conference Admission - $25
Photo Op - $35
Autograph Session - $40
Photos for autographing (+ protective covers) - $24
Small Group Meet and Greet - $200
Hugging Pfach after he smiled at me dazzlingly while sparkling his green-gray eyes - priceless

(sigh)

The Backstory

As of the morning of the convention, I wasn't going to go.  Sure, I wanted to bask in the Peach's aura of DILFy hot love, but what would I say when I met him?  Number one, I don't like superficial or contrived interactions, so these "fan" events, with their orchestrated photo ops and smalltalk meet and greets tend to rub me the wrong way.  Number two, I am too tactful to say what I would really want to say or ask what I really want to know, so I didn't want to make lame small talk, or worse stand there drooling like a St. Bernard.

Still, I got on Twitter circa 8AM to consult my Twi-hard friends.  It was at that point that bierbeck, ciaobella27, roselover24, fngrcufs and a particularly adamant mabarberella more or less tweet-shouted back "Of course you have to go get your Pfach on, girl!  Are you out of your f-ing mind?!?"

60 Minutes B.P. (Before the Peach)
Fast forward to 1PM.  I had arrived at the Burlingame Hyatt.  I had shelled out exorbitant sums to get as much Pfach as I could buy, because I'll be 8 months pregnant when ComiCon rolls around, so this could well be my only chance.  The conference itself was extremely disorganized so I got a front row seat, stage left (which was reserved for the ludicrously overpriced gold ticket holders, but the person whose seat I was in never showed).  I waited for his hour-long Q&A to begin while chatting with a bunch of fans who were there the year before and were already complaining about how bad this year's sucked.

Hellllllllo, Peter :)
Having missed his (earlier) flight, the Peach was right on time for his Q&A, literally out of breath as he hopped onto the stage (wait, was that him or me?).  Now, I had brought my good camera, which is how I got yummy shots like this.   I basically spent the Q&A listening with one ear but focusing on taking as many delicious commemorative pictures as possible.  At this point I should mention that the Q&A was comprised of questions that attendees had submitted the hour before.  Poor Peter had to answer a cadre of some of the dumbest questions I'd ever heard (e.g., how do you define success and do you think you are successful?  If you could ask Paul Newman one question, what would it be?  WTF, people!!?).  Unsurprisingly, he was a beacon of grace and class as he answered these inane inquiries, but he did start kind of ignoring the questions and doing some storytelling of his own.

What I learned from this?  He is actually pretty funny!  Sure, he's used to doing these events and is a pro at entertaining the crowd; he definitely has his schtick and he told enough stories I'd already heard to prove he probably tells the same few all the time.  Still, for the times he went off on tangents, he really brought the funny.  And the flirty.  I hae a sharp sense for these things, and I still walked away with the feeling that the flirty wasn't part of the act :P

Hugging Peter = Pure Love (The Photo Op)
The mere experience of being in line for the photo op reminded me of why I was reticent to come.  Literally hundreds of eager fans bounced with excitement as they waited for their few seconds with The Peach.  For some people, who didn't spend the $300+ that I did, this would be their only chance to get close to him.  Yet, the enormous money-making machine that is the Twilight Convention hustled people through so fast that they were photographing 4-5 people a minute.

All that said, I didn't expect much.  Thought I'd barely get a second glance from Peter.  As I approached I focused on making sure my hair was straight and trying not looking too fat (though no amount of sucking in my gut will fix the fact that I am pregnant).  Yet, when my time came, peter totally made my 12 to 15 seconds with him count.  He made really good eye contact with me gave me a beautiful smile and asked me my name and thanked me for coming.  He put his arm around me for the picture and gave me a little squeeze when the photographer said there was a problem with the first one and he wanted another.  And he gave me a little hug before I thanked him and said goodbye!

Now, I know this seems like a lot for 12 to 15 seconds, and obviously he had the slo-mo effect on me which is why I remember in such detail, but Peter totally dazzled me!  What was I thinking as I walked away in a daze?  I had forgotten to notice how he smelled!!

The Much-Coveted Small Group Audience with Peter
For the small sum of $200, 10 lucky fans could buy a ticket to spend one hour in a semi-private Q&A with him.  So, they took us to the green room where they served us sodas and snacks and put us all around a round table with Peter.

Now, it merits a mention that mabarberella had been kind enough to equip me with questions I could ask if I was at a loss.  However, since her questions included "Why did they put so much makeup on Tiff Amber Theissen in FastLane? Were they trying to make her look clownish?" and "Did you wank it while watching 90210?" I worried about coming up with ones of my own...

I needn't have worried.  Among the other 9 fans, two of whom were "Guy-hards" (e.g., male Twi-hards), there were two girls in particular who had not problem asking uninteresting or inappropriate questions.  At one point I was so horrified by the question that one of the attendees asked, I started laughing--HARD--and was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop my giggle fit!  Beyond that, a few girls presented Peter with gifts they had made him and one girl shamelessly usurped his time to get him to sign things for charity.  He also showed us some pictures from the Eclipse set and in the picture above, he was showing us an adorable video of his youngest daughter doing a play for him.

At the end of the hour, we took a group picture, his bodyguard taking a turn with each person's camera.  When Mr. Bodyguard couldn't figure out my fancy camera and finally commented that "it came out blurry", the Peach insisted he take a second :)  Another cool thing--in this picture, I was behind him, but I didn't mind one bit.  Why not? My nose was right next to his neck.  For a solid 3 to 5 minutes, I took in the wonderful aroma of his leather jacket + him in-between surreptitiously sniffing his hair...

The Autograph Hour
This was his last appearance, and since I didn't have the fancy ticket, I had to wait 'til the end.  He signed autographs behind the stage, while onstage the "actors" ::snickers:: from The Hillywood Show did a Q&A panel and a showing of their "film".  By the time I got back up to him, he was visibly fatigued, and his energy was much lower, but he was still very gracious.  He signed my stuff and I bid him adieu and (by now it was 7PM!) I got in my car and took my ass home!

The verdict
I had a good time and I was glad that I went.  All that said, I still hated the format.  The objectification of celebrities by the paparazzi and fans always leaves a bad taste in my mouth, and I was angry, sad, and embarrassed at witnessing fans behaving badly.  Though many people were respectful, I saw a fair bit of groping, heard blatant come-ons and inappropriate questions, and was privy to gratuitous in-your-face picture taking.  5 of the 10 people during the small group audience took flash pictures of him at close range THE WHOLE TIME!!  Not only was I disgusted by this dynamic, but I could see that Peter was guarded as a result (despite handling himself and the fans with the utmost grace and politesse).  Still, I'd love to meet him again, under more relaxed circumstances*.

Final Note
All of the pictures you see on this blog posting are ones that I took and are not for public consumption or for reposting/reprinting elsewhere.  Please don't copy them without asking!  I don't want them all over the place.

*mabarberella, get your mind out of the gutter!

10 comments:

Traci said...

I loved hearing about your experience & am so glad you had a good time, despite some questionable antics.
I can't even believe those people had the nerve to ask inappropriate questions while sitting 2 feet away from him. :O I mean, we all THINK those things, but nobody needs to make anyone uncomfortable by saying it out loud!

Speaking of inappropriate... I don't know if I ever told you, but I went to the TwiCon in NJ last summer, but for the whole weekend. It was a great experience for the most part (am even going back this year), but like yours, there were of course, some bad apples in the bunch.

One example was at the "Vampire Ball". 3 members of the Wolf Pack were supposed to be present for the whole evening, but as soon as they walked into the room, they were swarmed & the fangirls were groping & squee'ing left & right. Luckily, my friends & I were seated at the table right next to the exit & we got hugs & kisses from Alex Meraz before he & the other guys had to be escorted out...I was actually embarrassed by the immaturity of grown women. *sigh*

Anyway, I LOVE that you got to sniff the Peach! That cracked me up. After I met him (not at the TwiCon), one of the 1st ?'s I got was, "Did he smell good?!" Uh, what do YOU think? ;) I *think* he might've worn the same leather jacket as in your pics, too.

Thanks for sharing, bb. :)

mabarberella said...

Dear Puma,

I know you already know this, but I...I LOVE you. I love your post and I have to say that I read this to Mr. BarberElla on the way home from Valentine's Day date. His comment was "You would totally want to ask him if he wanked it to 90210, but you never would, would you?" And I said, "Um, NO! JESUS! I mean, I'd be thinking it REALLY LOUD, but I could never." Hubbs: "But, why?" Me: "Because...!! Because - you know how we watch movies or tv shows and someone is doing something stupid and I say, 'UGH! I just can't watch this! I'm too embarassed for him/her?' That's why." And that, Puma, is another reason I love you. Because you handled meeting such a lovely, yummy Peach without squeeing outwardly and gratuitously groping him (even though you discreetly sniffed.) :)

bierbeck said...

I am soooo glad you decided to go. What a neat experience! I would just love to meet him. I may go to the convention in Charlotte NC this spring. I am with you about not wanting to be obnoxious and ask strange questions to make him uncomfortable. I would just want to meet him and say hey i think you are fantastic! Thanks for sharing your experience.

Bleriana said...

Dear Puma,
I hope you know I am very jealous now...j/k
I loved your summary. Wish I had been there too though. Must have been more amazing than words can even describe.

Lots of Love,
B

MrsAlreyami said...

*Le swoon* That pic of him, with the converse and his leg over the chair? Thank you. Seriously. Just..thank you. I am uber jealous, but that pic will tide me over.

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fngrcufs said...

Soooo glad you went and enjoyed!

For the record, you could write a detailed account of your trip to the dry cleaners and I would read it.

It makes me happy that he was gracious. That is sort of what I would have expected of him, but expectations don't always get met and I'm glad you don't have a horror story about him being a pompous ass. Cuz I wants to keep loving Dr. Daddy Issues :)

I have avoided the con circuit, and considering that Klutz is the big draw a the Boston one this summer, I will probably continue to abstain. I don't have a problem with Lutz, but he's not my fave and it's just not enough of a draw for me to brave the wilds. If it was Peter, I think I'd make the trek.

The small group audience sounds pretty awesome. Wish I could say I was suprised at the inappropriate question askers, but there are a number of people that seem to think that someone's celebrity means that they, along with all their intimate details, are public domain. Ugh, and the people that touch in that creepy "I want a piece of you, let me touch you so your fame juju can rub off on me' way...just no. Color me happy that I am not famous, because I think I would get sued on the regular for giving someone who richly deserved it a Zsa-Zsa :)

Thanks for the pics and I'll get to work of your Daddy Issues t-shirt :)

Bouncy72 said...

Wow hon, I'm so incredibly jealous... You got a hug from Pfach. Lol, it sounds like a good day, all in all, though I know what you mean about these contrived affairs. Way to objectify a person huh...
Thanks for the post :)

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