Supernatural Paley Festival Panel
Mar. 5th, 2006 10:33 amI went to the Supernatural Panel at the Paley Festival tonight. It was a blast. The boys were hilarious, as was the rest of the panelists. And, thanks to
dawnybee, I had a great seat.
I almost didn't make it, though. In true Serafina style, I went to the wrong place at first. I never bothered to read my ticked because I'm a moron, but it turned out okay. My brother knows everything about Hollywood and was able to give me directions (I can't use the Thomas Guide and drive at the same time).
I hate driving in LA. There's always traffic, it takes an hour to get down the street, etc. etc.
And, just like everywhere, you can't read the fucking addresses on anything. Oh! And no one can drive, so I had to tell everyone what fucking morons they were and yell at people who are probably actors or something who are trying to cut me off!
Hence, I almost past the Director's Guild. Almost. I got lucky, because as I past it, I happened to glance right at it. Or, rather, at the person getting out of a car in front of it. And he looked familiar.
My thought process: "Dude, he looks famil.... Fuck, that's Jensen! Shit, I'm driving right past it."
Luckily, I was in the right lane, so I just pissed off the person behind me by slowing real quickly and doing a fast turn.
And that's how Jensen Ackles saved me 28 bucks.
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I almost didn't make it, though. In true Serafina style, I went to the wrong place at first. I never bothered to read my ticked because I'm a moron, but it turned out okay. My brother knows everything about Hollywood and was able to give me directions (I can't use the Thomas Guide and drive at the same time).
I hate driving in LA. There's always traffic, it takes an hour to get down the street, etc. etc.
And, just like everywhere, you can't read the fucking addresses on anything. Oh! And no one can drive, so I had to tell everyone what fucking morons they were and yell at people who are probably actors or something who are trying to cut me off!
Hence, I almost past the Director's Guild. Almost. I got lucky, because as I past it, I happened to glance right at it. Or, rather, at the person getting out of a car in front of it. And he looked familiar.
My thought process: "Dude, he looks famil.... Fuck, that's Jensen! Shit, I'm driving right past it."
Luckily, I was in the right lane, so I just pissed off the person behind me by slowing real quickly and doing a fast turn.
And that's how Jensen Ackles saved me 28 bucks.
( Sporadic Notes )