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James Marsters gave me a hug!



We attended the VulCon here in Cleveland this past weekend. As a con it was dreadful – not nearly enough going on, poor organization, uncooperative staff.

But it was all worth it to be in the same room as James Marsters. (Pathetic? Yes. Do I care? No!)

He was well-spoken, intelligent, impressively passionate about the craft of acting, extremely knowledgeable about the business side of performance entertainment. (When someone on the Buffy set suggested that he take the leather coat with him as a souvenir he refused because, “I produced theatre and hated when actors stole from me.”) He has a deep passion for Shakespeare and on the second day did a soliloquy from The Tempest off the cuff. He continually and carefully referred to Ghost of the Robot as “the band I’m in,” as opposed to “my band.” He said that he never visits the websites because they mess with his head and he doesn’t ever want to let his ego run away with him. He spent a good 15 minutes talking about how Hamlet should be played. And when it became obvious that he wouldn’t be able to finish signing autographs within the time he was contracted to do so, he volunteered to stay an additional two hours so that no one would be left out. I was really impressed by what a class act he was.

Then of course there’s the good part [g]. When we got to the front of the autograph line I summoned up the nerve to ask him to sign my Spike t-shirt. Which I was of course wearing. The promoter immediately became blustery – nothing on the body—but before much more confusion could ensue James stood up and beckoned me to turn around. He placed his hand on my left shoulder and signed on my right. Then he gave me a squeeze.

I have never denied being a total fangirl. And my fangirliness came out bigtime after that. I was literally bouncing and squealing with joy.

He has the most amazing hands….

Of course, I am a pale shadow, fangirl-wise, in comparison with the woman who paid $6000 to sit at his table at the banquet Saturday night. And in comparison with the second runner-up, whose bid of $5000 was also honored. On Sunday when someone asked him what he thought of people paying that kind of money just to eat dinner with him, he said, “I try not to! It messes with my head. I mean, seriously, what could I possibly do that would be worth $6000?”

And immediately regretted the question when hands shot up all over the auditorium: ME! Do ME!!!

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