BFF Has Mad Line Skills or How to Make Friends at Comicon

Remember how I talked about BFF and I getting our Barrowman sandwich on?  Well, in order to do these photo ops, you must first show up early and get in a line to wait with other like-minded geeks and nerds that are waiting for the same opportunity of a lifetime.  Last year, you will recall that we did the photo-op with our Wil Wheaton and this year we opted to do two of them.  The first we did with Nathan Fillion and the second of course was our Barrowman sandwich.  So, one the day we were to meet Captain Mal, AKA Fillion, we had purchased an early time of 1015 because we HAD to get upstairs to see our love Barrowman talk afterwards.  We asked one of the workers at the Comicon the day before where and when we needed to show up and were told that we needed to be there about 45 minutes early and that we would line up outside the doors to the exhibition hall since that would not open until ten anyways.  Armed with that info, we made plans accordingly for the next day.

We aried for our photo-op with Captain Mal at the said 45 minutes early to be astounded by the HUMUNGOUS crowd already gathering outside the doors we were told to go to line up.  Holy cow…there were hundreds of people all around the area where we were supposed to line up and in no particular order.  Here is where Phoenix Comicon could take a lesson from Disneyland.  Disneyland is the expert on lines and making them not feel like lines.  There were no line markings, no barriers and for sure no singing anials to entertain us.  They could have at least gotten a few of those people dressed up like Furry woodland creatures to sing and dance while we were waiting.  We tried to make sense of where we were supposed to be but really it was a giant horde of Fillion fans waiting to push their way into the hall to get their precious few seconds with him.  Finally, BFF spotted a worker who was holding the sign that said End of the Line.  Perfect!  We shall go to his sign and get in line.  We walked over only to have this worker explain to a group of us that there were too many people in line and we would all have to go away and come back later. Wait…what?  Um….no.  We paid for this time slot and we were not about to come back later and risk missing our photo-op or the panel where Barrowman was speaking right afterwards.  He kept telling us to come back later and BFF and I looked at each other.  We were not going anywhere. Geeks around us were all appalled as well and we still could not tell where the line actually was in the crowd.  We started discussing the absurdity of the situation with our fellow Browncoats behind us as we wandered a short ways off but kept the End of Line Guy in our sights.  All of a sudden, BFF grabs my hand and wiggles her tiny little Mexican body into what she had determined was the line and we were in front of the End of the Line Guy!!  BFF has mad line cutting skills I tell ya.  We kept quiet and silently just stood there and he continually turned people away.  We grinned at each other, knowing we were now the End of the Line.  Our fellow geeky Browncoats that we had been talking with see us in line were astounded that now we were in the actual (at least we hoped) line to get our photo.  There was so much craziness going on that we figured what is a few more people.  So we quickly grabbed our new-found group of friends and pulled them into line with us.  When someone questioned us, we said these were our friends who had been looking for us the whole time and we had gotten separated in the crowd.  So they let it go.  We even did a selfie with our new friends in line like we had all known each other forever

Geeky friends we still don't even know their names...#comiconissues
Geeky friends we still don’t even know their names…#comiconissues

One snafu to BFF’s mad line skills came when a lady who was standing right with the End of Line Guy complained that we had line jumped.  We quickly denied we had line jumped and instead stuck with our story that we had been there and our friends had just joined us.  The End of the Line Guy, obviously now frustrated by his job and all of the fans, told the lady he could not prove we had line jumped so we were going to stay.  She continued to complain loudly and finally BFF leaned over and told the End of Line Guy to just let her come up with us so she would shut up.  He graciously agreed and let her be the official end of the line.  There was still no order to the line and we had no clue where the line was going.  Finally they opened the doors to the exhibition hall to alleviate the crush of people that was obviously now a fire code hazard.  Somehow despite the lack of line markings and people randomly doing what we did by just joining the crush of people we got in to see Fillion and get our picture taken with him.  It was as awesome as it sounds.

Why look quite mischevious
Why Fillion…you look quite mischievous.  Ignore the glare from the plastic covering the photo.

The next day when we arrived to get our Barrowman sandwich on, we got there even earlier but the mad crush of people was for Stan Lee this time so we were able to go right inside and join the other Barrowman fans.  Who do we spot once again behind us in line?  The complaining lady who now acted like we were her best friends at Comicon.  Sigh.  We talked with her even though she annoyed us and almost made us lose our spot in the Fillion line with her complaining.  I mean we were about to stalk…I mean meet Barrowman so that high was gonna last all day…as you previously read.  Photo ops are totally worth it!  But Phoenix Comicon planners:  next time plan for such big crowds and line markings will help immensely.  Also dancing and singing woodland creatures.

Oh yeah.  I didn’t die today.  I did think e might not be able to decipher the crowd/line to get to see Fillion but I didn’t die.  I am Fat Girl with a BFF who has mad line cutting skills and who made some new geeky friends in line Running.  The experiment continues…

Would You Like Fries With That Barrowman Sandwich?

You all know by now, or at least you should, that BFF and I attend the local Geekfest every year known as Phoenix Comicon.  We proudly let our geek flag fly and join thousands of other like-minded geeks in squees of joy over our favorite celebrities, shows, costumes…you name it and everything geeky, nerdy and cool can be found at Comicon.  Being HUGE Firefly and Doctor Who fanatics, BFF and I were particularly excited this year for two panels in particular:  Nathan Fillion and John Barrowman.  But especially Barrowman…we absolutely adore Capt. Jack.  So we packed nerdy t-shirts and headed to the hotbox of Phoenix in the summer…the only thing that would get us down there in the summer is Comicon and the chance to stalk Barrowman.

We had decided this year to stay away from all the hotels in the Comicon general area to avoid the con-goers.  Don’t get us wrong, we love our fellow geeks but they can be pretty excited about Con and quite noisy.  One year, we had a room full of boy gamers next door to us…to say they were over exuberant as they gamed into the wee hours of the night was an understatement.  Plus, BFF and I are admittedly hotel snobs and decided to stay at a resort instead.  What can we say?  We like soft beds and room service.  Especially room service.  For reals.  Nothing like having someone bring food to your hotel room so you can scarf to your heart’s delight in private.  So, after a fantastic night’s sleep and great room service breakfast, we headed down to retrieve my car from valet.  Of course, we had on our comic book shirts (Batman of course!!) and our passes that said we were allowed entry into Geekfest 2014.  When we arrived at the valet, the dude asked me if we were waiting for the shuttle to the Con. The what?  Wait…why do they have a shuttle?  Huh.  When I said no we were getting the keys to my car that was parked there he went to get them.  BFF started walking to the car and I looked up at the guy standing in front of me on his phone.  He looked up and smile and I about died…Barrowman was right there!  Capt. Jack Harkness in the flesh…in front of me…me unable to speak with my mouth open.  Wait…my brain is trying to decipher this info.  This means Barrowman is at my hotel. Wow.  I recovered my ability to speak and quickly called BFF.  She came back, slightly annoyed that I didn’t have my keys yet and asked “What?” in an annoyed way.  I whispered “Look” to which BFF immediately lost her ability to speak as well and uttered some sort high-pitched alien sound and quickly pulled me toward the car.  I didn’t even realize my keys had been handed to me at this point but since we had lost our ability to speak English, we figured it was best to just get into the car.  Once inside, BFF and I looked at each other and screamed like the fangirls that we are..loudly, I might add.  A fangirl dance of joy also might have happened in my car.  BFF then turned to me and asked “Do you think he realized we love him?”  I took a look in my rearview mirror, saw him smiling at our car, and replied “Pretty sure since he totally heard us squee.”  Probably made his day…I know it made ours.

On the last day of Con, BFF and I had purchased a photo-op with our love Barrowman.  Our love for him is truly only matched by our love for Wil Wheaton, who was not at this year’s Con so we stalked Barrowman instead of Wheaton.  A photo-op, for those non Con-goers out there, is when you can purchase the opportunity to have your photo taken with a celebrity.  Totally worth it, in case you were wondering.  We even went as far as decking ourselves out in complete Doctor Who shirts and jewelry for our photo.  John Barrowman seriously loves his fans and really is one of the best celebrities to ever have an encounter with…he is extremely grateful for all his fans.  Before all the photos started, JB (that is what I call him now cuz we are so close and all) came out to the crowd and addressed everyone, telling us all that anything goes in his photo ops except for kissing because he got super sick his first Con when he made that mistake.  BFF and I could not think of what we wanted to do…we were at a loss.  Do we do some silly pose?  Or do we just make a Barrowman sandwich and get as close to our love as we could?  We got nervous as we got closer and BFF grabbed my hand for support.  Would we be able to remember how to speak English this time?  We gripped our hands tighter as it became our turn, hoping that words would come out and I also hoped I would be able to not vomit as we got so close to him.  JB turned to us and said “What do you two lovely ladies want from me?”  BFF, surprisingly, remembered how to speak English and immediately enthusiastically blurted out “We want a Barrowman sandwich!!”  Totally out of character for BFF who hates to talk to strangers, especially a celebrity we have been stalking online and off at Con (and our hotel to be honest…BFF wanted to run screaming Barrowman’s name through the resort to see if he would come out).  I think her love for Barrowman had overtaken her shyness at this point and her face immediately broke out in a big grin when he replied “Well then…get right in here and hold on tight!”  We scrambled over and BFF wasted no time in wrapping her arms as tightly as she could around him.  I still had not remembered how to speak English but went to put my arm around the other side, when he grabbed my hand and put it smack on his tight little butt and pulled me in tight.  Barrowman sandwich complete!  Would you like fries with that Barrowman sandwich?  Why yes…yes I would!!  The result?  This:

The love shines here in our Barrowman sandwich.  Where are my fries?
The love shines here in our Barrowman sandwich. Where are my fries?

It was a brief shiny blissful moment.  And when it was over, squees were uttered and dances of joy were had as we left.  Best. Sandwich. Ever.  And I had also magically regained my ability to once again speak the English language.  Funny how that happens.  So fellow geeks…if ever you get the chance to get to a Con and your favorite celebrity is there…I encourage you to do the photo-op.  So worth it.  Oh and Barrowman…please ignore the girls next year running through the resort screaming your name like an elaborate game of hide and seek (well wouldn’t THAT be fun?)…we only stalk you and Wheaton we swear.  So feel honored you have achieved Fat Girl adoration stage that leads to stalking (and hopefully not jail time).  Our ultimate photo-op would be Barrowman and Wheaton together…sigh…a geeky Fat Girl can dream.

Oh yeah.  I didn’t die today.  I did stalk John Barrowman at the Phoenix Comicon and think about an elaborate game of hide and seek with him at our resort, but I didn’t die.  I am geeky Fat Girl who had a Barrowman sandwich and finally regained my ability to speak English (although not in his presence) Running.  The experiment continues…