I'm going to tell you right now that a TARcon without Brennan and Kevin is about fifty different kinds of wrong. There's no fighting, there are no exhausted remembrances of things past, there's no formulaic bickering...it's definitely wrong. Wrong! Boo.
Kris and Jon are right behind Jonathan, which is like cleansing your palate with champagne after you chew on a Milk-Bone for about ten minutes. They are...twinkly, for lack of a better phrase. For one thing, he has been completely hiding his light under a visor-shaped bushel, because he is just about the best-looking thing I have ever met at one of these events. It's not that I didn't know they were pretty, but I didn't know they were so pretty. And he evidently knows the site, and immediately thanks me for being a fan of theirs.
And in I Carried A Watermelon II: I Carried Two Watermelons, I say this -- I swear to God, I say this to the guy: "You are so pretty!" Hee. And he thanks me. And then I turn to her, and I say..."He is so pretty!" Which in a way is even funnier, but of course, she laughs, and she says, "I know!", like, "How hot is my boyfriend?", which is completely appropriate to the situation. I even pat his prickly, product-y hair. I also tell them that they saved my whole season, because I thought the whole thing was kind of a drag. They look a little bummed by this, and I say, "Too many assholes." And there is a little pause, and then Kris chirps, "No comment!" Which amuses me far more than it should.
So there's this other thing that happens that's kind of strange and freaky, which is that there turns out to be a guy at this party who's been writing me fan mail since -- I kid you not -- like, 1997 or something. And yes, that predates my tenure at TWoP by about four years. Because prior to TWoP, I had a very teeny online writing career which about fifteen people were aware of outside of my family and friends. This all got put together only after I was on MSNBC last year yapping about fall television, and they used my real name, which he recognized from the old site (which was movie reviews -- ask me about the Reverse Gender-Age Equivalent, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Sean Connery, Jason Priestley, and Frances Sternhagen). So it just goes to show you, uh...something. Maybe that "you never know."
Of course, it's practically impossible to be appropriately grateful for support quite that longstanding, although anyone in attendance will tell you that I really, really, really, really try.