HERA'S BLOG
My Take On B3 | Part 2
Thursday, December 21, 2006 12:07 AM
Jonathan Woodward. I think he lives at hotels, especially if people buy him drinks. I spoke to Jonathan briefly after MalN introduced me, but all I remember was tugging his forelock for him to lean down so I could smell his hair. I don’t know why that came up, I wasn’t flirting, really. The gesture had some pertinent context in what we were talking about, I just can’t remember what that context was. He straightened up and said “That’s a pretty odd thing to smell.” To which I prattled “Back of the neck, behind the ears. Those are the best.” He pretended to find that interesting. I blame the Guinness.My favorite shot of Christina. She stopped by for visit Friday night:
Photo by lycenae
Jonathan being...well, Jonathan:
Photo by lycenae
Mark Shepherd came by Friday morning and he stayed several hours, talking and taking pictures. Very relaxed. He sat through our 11 a.m. strategy meeting that the California Browncoats held in the lobby, talking about next steps and what was on for the day. He said some calming things about our situation, and was very supportive.
At the meeting, Adam (Lexigeek) of the California Browncoats told the assemblage that a donate button had been put up on their website to gather funds when the first rumour that the Flan would cancel had circulated, so that the CBs would have some money to work with, but when the announcement had come through that Flan was proceeding, they had taken the button down. Thursday night the button went back up, and in less than 24 hours they had been given $3200 by concerned Browncoats to help defray expenses. I found that very touching, and almost started to cry. People had to pat me on the back and murmur at me. You think I’m kidding. I was very close to losing it.
Adam directs us on what’s next:
The California Browncoats said that the cocktail party Friday at 8pm was still a go, to be held in the hotel bar, much like the original, Flan cocktail party, but with everyone, not just folks with tickets. YAY! A chance to dress up! So, when Nathan and Alan walked unannounced into the hotel, most everyone there was in evening dress. It was way cool. We all looked so smashing. Mike from Dallas was in a full tux! Nathan came in carrying a box of personal things, early drafts of scripts, tapes of rough cuts, oddments and things. He said that he had heard that there were some people who had traveled from the UK and Australia. Would they come up front please? Then he proceeded to hand out the box contents to the people who'd paid the most for airfare. A really nice gesture...AND he got to clean out his closet.
Nate housecleaning:
At this point I was standing off to the side watching the mass of people mobbing Nathan, not hearing a thing that was being said, when this fellow in a cap walked right up to me and paused, looking around. I glanced at him, then did a double-take. “Alan!?!” I said, before my brain told me not to. He looked at me and said “Hi!”. “What are you doing here!?!” I asked. Now, you may think that was kinda rude, but I was floored. He was supposed to be in New Mexico. He had cancelled his Flan appearance because of that fact. He said he ended up having the weekend off. He mentioned he had had to cancel his appearance at Flan, so I quipped "It's 'cause you cancelled that they cancelled Flan." He made a great face, slapped his forehead "Oh, no. I was afraid something like that would happen..." During the group photoshoot later, I was down in front, crouching so as not to block anyone (turns out there was nobody behind me, ha! But it was all happening so fast...sob). After crouching for a little too long, I yelped "Knees! Knees!", Nat
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