Last week, I headed down to Austin for me second go-around
with the ATX Television Festival. It's no
secret I love television. It's my entertainment
medium of choice, and I hold no aspersions of any refined taste. I can love cheesy schlock as much as any
critically acclaimed series, and I will never draw a line of distinction. It's all wonderful to me. OK, maybe not wonderful, but if I start a
series and don't bail after a few episodes (which is rare), I'm with you until
the end, bitter or otherwise. In fact,
I've been known to watch a series finale for a show I've otherwise never
watched. I'm that dedicated.
Someone on Twitter once asked what your dream job would be
(training and salary notwithstanding), and my answer would be television
critic, if not television writer outright.
How I didn't drift into this over the years is a mystery and sadness to
me. Eh, maybe there's still time.
Anyway, this time, I hopped in my car and made the trip solo
this year (thank you, husband and parents).
I have to say, it's much better to have someone in the passenger seat
and I hope I can rectify that in the coming years. I made it in time to get all registered up
and in line for the first panel I wanted to attend, only to see my friend and
kind hostess Regan standing in the I Already Have a Golden Ticket So I Get in First line. We texted (yes, texted - I am new to the 21st
century and could finally do this) to make seating arrangements, and headed
in.
Now, listen. Last
year, I got mad at myself halfway through the weekend for not talking to the
celebrities and panelists when clearly other attendees were doing just that and
no one seemed to mind. That's when I
decided to toss my shy business to the birds and approach anyone I darn well
pleased. Did I look sound like an idiot
sometimes? YES. But I got some nice
pictures and shook some hands (or uncomfortably hugged people, I don't
remember) and got over my darn self, so WIN.
This was my approach going into this year.
Until this first panel about ratings and reviews (which was
information and interesting and awesome), which included Tara Ariano or Mighty
Big TV and Television without Pity fame (late of Previously.tv) whom I've
followed forever and admired for truly mining the essence of snark and the
television recap, and well, I just couldn't.
I should have because she seems like a class act who doesn't think her
sushi won't spoil, and I'm kinda bummed I missed that opportunity. Tara, I think you're amazing. I hope I get a chance to make a fool of
myself in front of you another time.
There were other talented critics whom I enjoy reading as well, but I went fangirl for Tara (whom I'm calling by her first name because obviously we are best friends even though we haven't met).
The rest of the day passed with me feeding my parking meter,
nearly spraining my ankle in a pothole, and developing a migraine that kept me
from eating much at the awesome restaurant Regan picked (I am certain she now
thinks I try to eat like a supermodel when
I was actually dying to munch down on the waffle fries she ordered), until it
was time to drive across downtown to meet up with Jennie and her mom at the
Friday Night Lights outdoor screening.
Let me make a long sub-story short (heh, like I'm slowing down on the
overall story) and tell you that one of the circles of hell surely must be
trying to park in Austin, Texas, on a Friday night. I drove around for - no joke - an hour trying
to find someplace I didn't think I'd get towed before I gave up and went back
to celeb-watch in the hotel lobby.
Jennie assured me the evening was more about swatting mosquitoes than
hanging out with actors. I'm taking that
cold comfort.
*Brisk clap* OK, Saturday.
Regan and I rendezvoused with Jennie, her mom, and Erica that morning,
then went off to the screening we wanted to see. First up for me was a conversation with Fonzie
himself, Henry Winkler. I felt like last
year's luck was riding with me, and sure enough, I scored a front row center
seat. The man is exactly who you want
him to be - kind, self-deprecating, truthful, and a fantastic storyteller. He spoke for an hour and then took
questions. Remembering my new tactic, I
stuck my hand in the air, ready to use the line I'd worked on a few days prior. When he pointed at me, I told him that my husband
had me promised that if I got to speak to him, I'd tell him that he was Chris's
role model growing up, and what did he think of that title. First, he asked my name and Chris's name,
answered the question, and then said, "Give Chris my best." Classy.
(There's a YouTube video of the talk and at 50:20, you can see the
exchange. Chris actually got choked up
when I showed him. Softie.)
You look' at me? Wait, wrong show.
The Fonz showed up for a moment. It was greaaaaaayyyyyyt. (Too much?)
They ushered us out of the theater before I could get a
picture with the man, which is one of the great tragedies of the event for
me. Sigh.
Next was a reunion for the cast of Everwood. I know you didn't watch t, but you've
probably seen at least one actor in another role. Treat Williams - heard of him? He wasn't there, but he was in the show. Again, I scored front row seats and lo, it
was very cool. So many of the cast came
that I couldn't get them all in a picture, and those that couldn't come sent
videos. About three quarters of the way
through, Chris Pratt, another cast member who couldn't be there, called via
Facetime to David Hudgins, who was moderating, so we got to hear from him
"live" as well. What a neat
little surprise. And I asked a question
again (pats self on back for hutzpah).
Just a few of them. No one has aged.
Isn't technology cool?
A note about David Hudgins.
He moderated the Friday Night Lights panel last year and Everwood this
year, and he is just my favorite. It's
obvious why he is such a successful TV writer, plus he's fabulously witty in
person. I could with him for hours. David, call me! Heck, hire me! I work cheap and make good
coffee.
That was all I had on tap officially, but Jennie and her mom
(Peggy, I suppose I should use her actual name) were going to the Parenthood
panel and could save me a seat since they had special golden ticketed and I
didn't. And it's a good thing because
they had to turn people away from this one.
Why? Well, it's a really good show but also because Lauren Graham and
Peter Krause surprisingly showed up.
This Q&A was entirely too short, of course. Also, Ray Romano is on the show and was there
for just about every panel, so bonus there.
(Love the man, but he seemed awfully uncomfortable talking to people
about the work he's chosen to do with his life and also he could shave and put
on a nicer shirt once in awhile since he's not inside his house.)
I wanted to put these side by side, but apparently, this is where technology breaks down for me.
Then I did some people watching in the hotel lobby while
Jennie and Peggy went back to their hotel and Regan and Erica were embarrassing
Sean Astin at his show's premiere, and I finally scored a picture with some
famous people.
Mission accomplished.
This is mostly for my dad, who watches Rookie Blue and Grey's Anatomy
and therefore knows Gregory Smith and Sarah Drew. I managed to get this by offering to take a
picture for the girl who originally approached them and them asking her to
return the favor. Clever, yes?
I'd like to take a moment to award Sarah Drew the Connie Britton
Award for Hair Excellence at this year's festival.
Sunday, I had a golden ticket to the reunion of the cast of
Roswell (I know, you didn't watch that either), but I knew this was one of the
biggest tickets of the weekend and it was in one of the smallest venues, so I
wanted to make sure I was early enough to get a good seat. That's when I had to brilliant idea to check
out the Goldbergs screening which was happing immediately prior to the reunion
in the same room. I'd seen a few
segments of the Goldbergs over the season, but this was the first full episode
I's seen, and it's pretty adorable, and not only because it was about the son
doing karate to his own neat kind of like Sammy. It's charming and brought back a lot or memories
for this 80s raised kid. I think I'll
watch more next season.
I saw Wendy McLendon-Covey at the hotel Saturday, and I didn't recognize her. I thought I was watching some CW starlet get hounded by festival goers, and was shocked when I realized she plays a mom of teens on TV. You go, WMC.
The Roswell reunion was good, although I think I'd prefer
clips over the life of the show to watch the pilot in its entirety. Another cast member (Jason Fehr) surprised
the audience, and it was clear they all loved each other still (except for
Katharine Heigel , who was neither there nor mentioned, so it makes you go hmm...),
which makes for a nice experience. The
real cock-your-head-and-raise-your-eyebrow moment was when the last question
asker turned out to be Snooki. Yes, that
Snooki. I guess she has enough slush
fund to fly down to Austin to reminisce about a TV show she once watched. Key, whatever. She's a fan.
They look the same. 15 years later, I do not look the same.
Another note: Jason Katims is a supremely talented
showrunner and I'll watch almost anything with his name attached, but he should
probably take a public speaking seminar.
OK, enough recap. I
had a wonderful time staying with Regan and cannot thank her enough for giving
me a roof over my head and coffee in the morning. He children a ridiculously gorgeous and her
husband very gracious to let a random internet stranger come into his house for
2 days. I really wish she was my next
door neighbor (and that Erica lived on the other side, she's just that awesome,
too). It would be the snark center of
the world. Ladies, you are the
best. Please come visit me anytime. And Erica, I apologize for teasing you about your Ray Romano affection. You have excellent taste and are not at all stalkery (he would totally talk to you). I also loved hanging out with Jennie and
Peggy some more and hope that continues when our book club get back up to
speed. Hey, did Snooki write a
book? Should we read that next?
Let me show you the fantastic picture of Regan and me:
And Erica and me:
And Jennie, Peggy, and me:
And Ray Romano and me:
Yeah, I failed big time on the picture and it pains me. I WILL do better next time.
Which won't be next year.
It killed me not to buy an advance ticket with this wonderful ladies,
but I already know I have a conflict next year.
Even though it's a REALLY good reason, it's still a bitter pill to
swallow. But you better believe I'm
writing in 2016 in red marker on my calendar and tasking someone with buying my
advance ticket when they go on sale at next year's festival. Because my camera and I will be back, and I
will be timidly yet certainly approaching Hollywood type people. I'm coming for you.
Look. Snook.
THIS IS AWESOME! I want to go!! Glad you had so much fun! I've been watching The Goldbergs this year and LOVE IT. Wendy is awesome! You should catch up on it over the summer. It's worth your time. I love Everwood, Roswell, FNL, and Parenthood, so am totally jealous, but also happy for you! Thanks for the recap lady! (And parking in Austin is hell any time, day or night LOL.)
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