This whole trip got off to a rough start... You all probably know by now that Jenny Jerkface and I are collectively the worst Twilight bloggers in the world, and getting ready for this trip was no exception as far as examples of our Twilightly awesomeness go. We went out the night before, and neither one of us was in great shape when Saturday morning rolled around (this is my polite way of saying "we were massively hung over and feared that we might hurl all over PFach"). After a token mumble about blowing it off entirely was nixed, we rallied as best we could, dug out our assorted Twitarded shirts and gear, and headed to the mall (which is exactly my commute to work - ugh).
When we got there, we couldn't find it at first. And this is a small mall. We were just considering whether it might have been canceled when we heard a crowd shrieking and were almost knocked over when a small herd of teenagers running full-speed (and clearly not hung over) raced past us. After several false starts where we almost accidentally did some major line-cutting (and surprisingly were not tackled, cursed at, or spit upon), we found the waaaaaay far away end of the line. And got right behind someone who looked at us, looked again, and said "Jenny?!" - it was meant to be! Tiolie was as excited as we would have been were we not fighting off residual alcohol poisoning, and we were lucky that it worked out the way it did given that there were hundreds and hundreds of people in line.
Thankfully, we were far enough away from the stage that we didn't have to listen to the local radio station dj working up the crowd into a lather. We also were right near the vacant store that Peter Facinelli was using as his green room. It took me and my fuzzy brain a few minutes to figure out why every mall cop in the joint was congregating by this boarded-up storefront, but when the state troopers joined in, that settled it.
And eventually, PFach emerged! I was too hopped up to get a good pic here, but I did the best I could (this was admittedly not very good) -
Luckily, the line moved relatively fast and before we knew it, we were almost at the stage! We had been chatting with IGiveUp earlier and she sent us a pic of us not-so-patiently waiting in line -
Eventually, we got up close to the stage (where we were not allowed to take pictures from the line) and although I had been pretty chill up until that moment, I suddenly turned into a nervous wreck and JJ and I started trying to determine which one of us was the sweatier, shakier mess (it was a tie).
I'm pretty sure JJ sweated up permanent marker. It was that bad.
Also, we are too poor and/or cheap for autographs.
Also, we are too poor and/or cheap for autographs.
When we were at the stairs of the stage and right before we got our pictures taken, a young teen who was in a wheelchair came to the staircase. She and her mom wad waited in line, but the stage was not handicap-accessible. So Peter came over and spent five or ten minutes just talking to her (and fine, I have to note that he was about three feet from us and was crouched over with his back to us to speak with her - the view was nice, m'kay?). It was like nobody else was there at that time - they chatted and chatted and took a picture before he hopped back to the stage and the rest of the people waiting.
Finally we were up! Tiolie went first!
Then it was JJ's turn!
[Notes from JJ - I'll let her tell it in her own words...]
Not only were we both nursing mild to severe hangovers, despite the fact that my mantra the night before was "don't drink too much, don't drink too much, don't drink too--excuse me! Can I get a vodka club, please?" I decided, in the infinite wisdom of the Jerkface, that I was going to drown my hangover in caffeinated beverages. Couple that with the adrenaline and excitement of seeing Peter fucking Facinelli in the ridiculously hot flesh, and it's a testament to STY's patience level that she didn't strangle me with my purse straps.
Without a doubt PFach is one seriously good looking feller. I can now say with authority that even the pictures don't do him justice. He sparkles. He's radiant. He's so fucking nice and generous and hot...he left me fucking speechless. [note from STY: please pause to consider the magnitude of this statement.] I'm not even kidding. I stumbled my way onto the stage for my picture and just kind of gaped silently like a dying fish for a second until he sort of pulled me in and we posed for the picture. I think I might have made some kind of guttural noise before I tried to hurry off the stage.
But wait. There's more. As I was trying to make my escape and sweating profusely, Peter Facinelli grabbed my hand and said, "what's your name, sweetie?" It was like suddenly my body remembered I had a vagina and was actually a female because I responded, very demurely and shyly, "Jenny." He held onto my hand and smiled at me for a brief moment before I was finally led off stage. Let that sink in for a moment, ladies. He made me demure. Docile. Ultra-feminine. Peter Facinelli is a fucking miracle worker.
...and then I was up! Aaaaand I was a nervous wreck...
I demand a do-over! For me...not for PFach, obvs - he's smokin' in this pic! I might have to fold it like Bella did with her photo of her and Edward. The disparity is that great.
OK I realize that there is no possible way to look good when standing next to a movie star, but shit! I look like I am trying to keep him from running away. Sister Snarky said I looked like I was trying to feel him up. I might have been thisclose to leg-hitching that poor man - gah! I don't know if I have a good side, but if I do, this is not it. And I was afraid to smile because sometimes I look crazy-bad when I have a big dorky smile on my face so instead I wound up looking like a stalker who finally caught her prey but hasn't been served with the restraining order yet. But he looks nomalicious - seriously! - I am surprised the camera didn't melt after he spent five hours locking his smoldering stares on it.
Also, Peter Facinelli is a better person than I - if I were him, I gotta say there is no way in hell I would spend a beautiful spring day hanging out in a mall - in New Jersey - with the likes of me. I am sure I smelled like stale armpit and vodka. [hangs head]
That said, he was SO freaking nice! I asked for a hug and got a great one... While the photo was being taken, he thanked me for coming (which I know he said to a lot of people, but it's still a nice thing to say). I had meant to tell him how we had raised over three grand for Alex's Lemonade Stand last year, but I practically forgot to breath while I was there in that moment. I'd love to be one of those people who doesn't get star-struck, but yeah - guess I am not! Honestly, I kinda sorta get how people end up being bat-shit crazy stalkers... After we left the stage and were waiting to collect our photos, we recounting our time and wishing it had been longer and how nice he was and blah-blah-blah - seems like it's two shakes of a sparkle-peen from there to scaling a security fence in the Hollywood hills...
That was fun!! Let's do it again!!! Where does he live, again??? Also, who is that scowl-y dude over my shoulder???
Here's a pic from Steph, who gave Peter a bracelet in honor of Uber Vamp (you can read the whole awesome story and see more pics here!) -
And Corrinne from Living With Edward made an appearance, too (we even got to talk to her for a little bit)! -
I took a few more shots while waiting in line to get our pics - and then Peter took a break "to go ice down his hand" and walked by us - enjoy!