Saturday, April 24th
By Saturday morning we were both well rested, and I was beginning to feel the excitement. I had arranged to meet several of the Tweedy ladies in the lobby. We were going to have breakfast together. Steve diplomatically opted to eat on his own, and allow me some quality time alone with my friends. I breezed into the lobby promptly at 8Am, and could practically pick out the other Tweedy ladies, a fact that I found to be both scary and intimidating. I introduced myself to Patricia, whom I quickly felt like I'd know for ages. Several more ladies joined the group, including Kim and Jen, and when there were seven of us we moved the conversation into the hotel restaurant.
I saw Steve sitting by himself, and waving, pointed him out to the other ladies. They graciously said he could join us, but I suggested not, saying that hearing Buffy talk that early in the morning would be to much for Steve's non-fan constitution. Anyway, we all settle in at the table, with everyone chatting with everyone, and no one being left out of the conversation. Mostly we talked about us, and what we did, or what we were into that wasn't Buffy, all this taking place over the breakfast buffet and coffee. I think we gabbed for a good two hours nonstop, and then we split up to go our separate ways. Several of the Tweedies had signed up for the Saturday photo shoot with Tony. I think I was the only one that was doing it on Saturday. That's because for Steve to buy a banquet ticket, it mean he had to purchase a ticket to the convention. A one day Sunday only ticket was the cheapest one going, so that's what he got, which meant that if I wanted him with me in that picture of Tony, our only opportunity to swing it was on the last day.
I'm sorry to say that most of the rest of Saturday was a big blur for me. There was just so much happening all at once, I have trouble recollecting it all. I wandered around the convention events, and then popped into the ballroom to join everyone in their quest for an autograph. I found my seat, and was pleased to see I was right next to my friend Patricia. She'd been to other conventions, and though I think that this was her first Vulkon experience, over the weekend she was sort of my guiding spirit, and talked me through most of it, filling me in what to expect.
Tony and Mercedes were scheduled to sign autographs that morning. Tony arrived first, looking just as scrumptious as I'd imagined. He didn't need the promoter announcing him. I could tell exactly when he entered the room. The crowd's reaction said it all. They cheered estatically, and I swear I heard catcalls and whistling. Mercedes was a little late, so Tony grabbed the mike and filled in the time with some chat. Someone asked a question about the shirt he was wearing, and he explained that it was a gift. Then he launched into a story, explaining how Alyson Hannigan had given him this Lucky Brand tee-shirt, and that he really liked it, enough, apparently, that he went out an bought another for himself. He would wear either one or the other to the conventions he attended, prompting it seems a comment from someone that they were tired of seeing it all the time. A German fan finally retaliated by presenting him with a gift of the shirt he had on, which said across the front "This is NOT a Lucky Brand shirt". Everyone laughed at that.
After a few minutes, Mercedes finally arrived, and the autograph session got started at last. They called us up in order by rows, and I've got to say, the Vulkon people were almost as good at organizing lines as Disney. Everything happened fast, which was good when you were waiting, though I wish I hadn't felt so rushed along when the big moment finally came and I as standing in front of Mercedes and Tony.
The Vulkon people had rules foreverything. A big one was no flash photography in the first few rows, especially when approaching the starts during the autograph line. Supposedly, it's for the celebreties' benefit. The flash could temporarily blind them if they happened to look up at the wrong moment. I think the real reason they didn't want the starts stunned was so that they could do their job faster, and without the slightest interruption. Anyway, the staff seemed ferocious sticklers about the rule. I, myself, was not using flash, so wasn't in any trouble there. What did present a problem, and a huge one, was the background drop provided.
There were dark curtains everywhere, and the overall lighting provided in the room by the big chandelliers was real crappy. You could barely see any detail with your naked eyes, and even though I had 800 speed film, which is excellent for indoor pictures, my camera meter kept registering that I didn't have enough light. Well, I knew I wasn't going to get a second chance to do this, so I crossed my fingers, and snapped away anyway, hoping that I could make up for things with some special developing notes. Not much good came of of my efforts. Most of the pictures turned out too dark. The photo shop I used explained that while they can usually push a stop or two of an over exposed picture, there wasn't too much they could do to compensate for too little light. I did get a few pictures that I decided were worth showing off, inspite of their flaws. I've placed those at the end of this report. You can take a look at them by clicking back to the main convention page.
After waiting my turn in line, I finally got to the front and presented Mercedes with my photo. She smiled politely, and I nervously responded in kind, but I was so flustered I didn't know what to do or say, and so did nothing. I did finally manage to squeak out a pathetic "Thank you", to which she answered back with an equally standard "Your welcome". That pretty much summed up the extent of my whole first meeting with Mercedes McNab. I could kick myself now, but at the time I was just too overwhelmed for anything to register. And I hadn't even gotten to the person I was really there to meet!
I had marked out before hand all the pages that I wanted Tony Head to sign. I dutifully handed everything over to his "autograph manager", or whatever it is you call the person who checks everything out before hand. I'd purchased some extra autographs, and handed over the slips and the books that I had. First, came the Giles novel, and then the "Once More, With Feeling" songbook, both of which were items offered for sale in the dealer room. When I got to the "Rocky Horror Show" book, the "manager" woman began to chuckle, pointing out the pictures of Tony to him as she said "I've never seen these before!" Tony laughed, and took a moment to explain the background of the theater moment. Then he pointed out to me one of the other character in the photo with him, asking if I knew who that was. I said no, I didn't, and he told me it was his "good friend", Craig Ferguson. I guess I must have looked like I'd drawn a blank, so he went on to ask if I'd ever watched "The Drew Carey Show". I nodded that I had, and he said that Craig played Mr. Nigel Wick. (See the signed picture by clicking here. That's Craig Ferfuson on the far right that Tony is pressing his knee up against.) Understanding finally dawned, and I nodded, looking at the picture as I replied "Riiiiiight! Now I recognize him."
That was about all there was to our conversation. I was being pushed on, so I collected all my books, and feeling like an utter dweeb thanked Tony for his signatures. He smiled sweetly and said "Your welcome", then my moment was up as he turned his attention to the next person in line. I don't actually remember walking away at that point, and I couldn't really say where I went next. I was in absolute "Tony smiled at me" inducedshock. I do seem to recall stumbling across the room and taking a few more pictures of the ther people getting their signatures. Then I gathered up my stuff, and saying good-bye to the Tweedies there, I ran off to my room to meet my husband for lunc and fill him in on all that had happened.
I had intended to meet everyone later at the Buffy auction, but I got held up talking to Steve. Later, I found out that I'd missed some big excitement. All the Tweedies who were there filled me in. Tony showed up in person for the auction. One of the items being offered was a pair of seats at his table for the banquet that night. Since the banquet was sold out, the only chance to get in at this point was through this auction. I guess the promoters also announced that Tony had agreed to do their convention in California later that year in August. It was exciting news. That particular convention now has a real "star studded' line up with about ten or more Buffy people. I'm a bit jealous that I can't afford to go. Still, at least I got my chance to meet Tony in Cleveland, and I'm already thinking of returning to do it all again next year.
Back to the auction. This is all second hand news, but reliable sources informed me that there were lots of good things for sale, everything from autographed pictures, to banquet seating with Nick Brendon, Mercedes McNab, and of course, Tony himself. Tony arrived, and the bids for his table started. The price escalated to about $1000.00 within minutes, and then skyrocketed from there, with two women increasing the amount until it got to $7000.00. That when the promoters stopped the bidding war and announced that they would give up a pair of their own seats, enabling both women and their guests to share the prize for $6000.00 each.
I don't know how these things usually go, but the amount those places finally went for was a real shocker for me. I don't think anyone expected that. Not the promoters. Not even Tony. I hear that the auction broke a record previously held by James Marsters. Now, I like James, and like Tony even more, but I'd have to either be crazy, or stinking rich to blow that much money on nothing but a standard hotel menu buffet meal, nor matter how good the company was.
I missed some of the actors' presentation that afternoon. I snuck into the ballroom around the beginning of Robia La Morte's Question & Answer session. I'd heard that at previous conventions she'd mentioned being a born-again Christian, but that she didn't necessarily expound much on the subject unless prompted, so I sat back and listened to what she had to say with an open mind. She mentioned her dance career with Prince, something I'd had no idea that she'd done. As I understand, she was one of the two girls he featured in a video. I'm not sure whether she was Diamond, or Pearl. I barely remember seeing the shots, and would never have recognized her as "Jenny". Someone asked her what she would have done in the "Once More, With Feeling" episode if Jenny Calendar had lived, and she said she would have liked to been featured in a "Chicago" style dance number, a real "Hot for Teacher" routine performed in front of a classroom of stunned kids.
As expected, there were questions about whether it bothered her that her character was a technopagan, and how it conflicted with her beliefs. She basically answered that she was in a different place then, and though her beliefs now would have meant she probably wouldn't have done the part, at the time she had no problem with it, and enjoyed her experience on the Buffy set. She also said that in the episode "Amends", when she portrayed The First, she wasn't too happy, feeling that it showed evil in a positive light. But she had commited to doing the episode before she'd read the script, and felt she didn't have any choice in the matter at that point. She would have preferred returning in some other venue. It didn't even bother her to film the scene in "Becomming" where Drusilla tricked Giles into believing he was kissing Jenny. That she was okay with. But the First? Not her bag.
In another story she revealed that she had been approached by the show "The Bachelor" to do some work. She said part of her wanted to say yes, if only to do a reality show where one of the contestants wasn't hopping to a hot tube with everybody on the set. But the contract apparantly involved about three months of work, and she didn't think that it was worth giving up that much of her life at that time. She also doesn't accept roles that conflict with her personal beliefs, which kind of limits what she can do. Her religion seems to rule a great deal of the choices in her life, and she's letting her film career take a backward step to accomodate things, but she's happy, so that that doesn't bother her.
We all said good-bye to Robia at that point, and then it was Mercedes McNab up on the stage. She was bubbly and giggled a lot, though I heard comments around me that others felt she was a bit nervous. That seems kind of strange, considering the public nature of her film work. Millions of people watch her all the time, but I guess things are different when you're there, exposed in front of a big audience of people like at a convention. After all, no one is writing your lines, you're expected to be funny and poised and entertaining, and there's no reshooting the scene if it doesn't go as planned. That's a lot of pressure for anyone, I guess, even a professional actor.
I don't remember much about what was said during Mercedes' Question & Answer. I do recall several different inquiries about whether "Angel" was truly over, and Mercedes seemed a bit flustered as she kept repeating yes over and over. You could sense she wanted to give the fans better news, but she really had nothing to say. She hadn't heard anything from the WB about any upcoming "Angel" TV movies, so it seems that, at least for now, all that talk is strictly rumor.
At one point, a fan way in the back asked her how she kept her skin so soft. There was laughter, and a lot of people asking how the questioner would know something like that. Mercedes gamely answered something about Vaseline. The next question was about if she regretted never working with Mark Lutz as "The Groosalugg". Suspicious murmurs began to go through the audience, and the next thing we knew, Mark Lutz himself stood up in the back. Next to him was George Hurtsberg, who had asked the previous question about her skin. The place errupted in cheers for both men, and then Mark made his way to join Mercedes up on stage. I think he was trying to help her out, fielding questions from the audience and answering them with jokes and funny stories. There was this one long-winded bit he did with this Irish accent that involved these old ladies looking for their "grandsisters", and another tale about how he and James Marsters travelled on a boat from the old country. Then he got into a hilarious rountine about actors and the special skill they list on their resumes. He said that his included "rarely sleeps more than sixteen hours in a day", which he swears actually led to his getting a job when the hiring executive said he couldn't pass up the opportunity to work with someone who actually slept more than he did. That merely prompted Mark to come up with new skill, and he proudly added "can spell photosynthesis" to the list.
Mercedes added a few comments in closing, and then she and Mark exited the room. More cheering greeted Tony as he arrived to start his presentation for the afternoon. He started off talking about his coffee commercials, then asked the audience to put up their "hands and shout away". The first question was about an old series he was in called "Comic Book Live Presents", or so I think he said, and the episode title was "Slags". He seemed a bit surprsied that everyone was familiar with the show, and the people in it, like Dawn French, but launched into a rambling anecdote about why it centered around a Hawaiian theme.
He mentioned the theater work he did in "Peter Pan"playing Captain Hook, and his role in Gilbert and Sullivan's "The Pirate King. Then he went on about some other shows he was in. He spoke in passing about "Little Britain", and an uncoming movie called "Fat Slags", which he said he wasn't sure would make it to this side of the world since it was very British Humor full of "farts", "big bottoms" and sexual things. When asked about any other television parts he might have he got in a slight dig at the WB by commenting that he "wasn't going to be appearing on "Angel".
Someone from the audience came up to the stage and presented him with a gift fin recognition of his character giving librarians a good image. He was presented with a large Cuyahoga Library sign, which he remarked that he wasn't sure how well it was going to fit on the plane. He kept saying "cool!" a lot, and had to ask how to pronouce the city name. He seemed very impressed, and honored by the gift.
Discussion then turned to the various accents he's portrayed his films. He was asked if he did an American accent, and he replied that it was supposed to have been doing one when he did the coffee commercials. He also talked about his movie "Royce", with which he didn't seem very pleased, referring to it openin as a "terrible movie".
The next question had the audience laughing when someone mentioned how Joss, during a director's commentary on one of the DVDs said that Tony wasn't wearing pants while certain scenes were filmed. Tony said that Joss was just having everyone on, and that to the best of his knowledge, he always wore pants. Then he launched into a story about how Alexis Dennisof tried to do a scene once without any trousers, but couldn't get through it without laughing. Then he finished by asking the questioner if "by pants, do you mean underpants?", and the audience fell apart as he rolled his eyes and smirked with a final reply of "You never know!"
He was also asked if he enjoyed the more physical parts of doing comedy, which prompted an explanation of why Giles was always being knocked out. He did like doing his own stunts, though he said that for things like being thrown against a wall, his "double duty" (stunt double) did it. In fact, when he did do his own work, his double used to get upset, because he wanted to do it. He did mention he did not enjoy the episode featuring Gwendoly Post, "Revelations". The script had Gwendolyn hitting Giles with a statue, and the actress prefaced their scenes together by apologizing and saying she'd "not got very good aim". Well, they handed her the rubber statue, and he complained that she hit the exact same spot on his head with "unerring accuracy", that through the thirty some takes he eventually began to give away the blow by flinching before it even came. Apparently, "Revelations" was not one of Tony's more favorite episodes, and he was glad when they killed Gwendolyn's character.
Then he took a moment to talk about what all the other Buffy actor's were doing. In the middle of that, someone in the audience got up to leave, and he asked if it was something he said. The next question involved how he got the part of Giles on Buffy. He had just finished "VR5", and he had tried out for a series called "Poltergeist: The Legend", which it sounded like he turned down because he couldn't believe it would last as long as it was contracted. But then the Buffy script came up, he jumped on it, thinking it was funny. He then described going in to audition in front of the big wigs at Fox. Someone (his agent) suggested he see the movie, which he felt was a mistake. A cute bit followed where he did a falsetto imitation of Sarah Michelle Gellar meeting him and saying "you're the coffee guy". He did talk about making the pilot. Seems the first time he saw the rushes he thought it was "such crap" that it altered how he approached the character of Giles.
A question about his favorite episode brought an immediate response of "Passions". There were other shows he listed, too, like "Restless", "Hush", and then "Once More, With Feeling. He mentioned talking to Joss once as they were waiting to do a library scene about doing the musical, and the two of them agreeing that they both loved musicals. This prompted another Sarah imitation that had the audience giggling. Tony then complainejust before season six he gets this CD in the mail of Joss and his wife Kia singing, and Tony thought "This is cool!". He said when it came time to do it, he recorded all his bits right off, then hung around while everyone else did their parts like he was some kind of groupie.
Of course, a question came up about Giles and his women. He postulated how the show was actually more about the younger people and their journed through life, and if it had dwelled upon his character and how "Giles is having another affair", well, that wasn't relevant to the story. Also, it would be too cruel to keep killing off his girlfriends, so they never really went into Giles and how alone he was.
Another audience memeber asked if he had fun in the episode where they made Spike his son ("Tabula Rasa"), at which Tony, all in fun, gave an indignant reply of "I was outraged by the idea that they could say Spike was my son!" Then he went on about snogging Robia LaMorte and Juliette Landau in "Becomming", and how he used chili peppers in the torture scene before that to help him appear to be in pain. Afterward, finding out he had to do a kissing scene, he went back to his trailed and tried to wash out his mouth. Since no one complained, he assumed he'd done a good job getting rid of the peppers. He went for the same effect in another episode in season five, the one where he was speared while drining a Winnebago ("Spiral"), only this time he used wasabi. He also mentioned that snogging Emma Caulfield in "Tabula Rasa" was disturbing. I think it had something to do with them being good friends, and the intimacy of the scene was a little too awkward for them both.
A question about the difference between American fans and English fans brought out a dialogue about how Buffy was marketed differently in each country. Tony feels he gets as much recognition from fans on both sides of the ocean. His next question dealt with his various auctions, and included a mention of the "Tweedies" as well as his own official website and the bidding on his two shirts, one of which was washed, and the other not. He went on to talk about raising money for Bunningham palace. He asked for a round of applause for his ten rabbits, then said that the reason there were that many wasn't because "they've been at it", although he joked that obviously some had been at it. Then he said "they've been coming separately", obviously meaning they'd received them one at a time, but the comment got the audience giggling, and Tony quickly joined in on the joke, trying to save himself by adding "they came in repeated succession". He talked about building the palace for the bunnies, and how there were "more coming", and again the audience dissolved into laughter. He did mention riding his horse Otto in that first episode of the last season, and how they filmed the bit in pouring rain at his house and Tilly Farm. This prompted the auction of Otto's horseshoes for their thoroughbred farm.
Tony mentioned the difficulty in doing fight scenes, and then moved on to talk about Joss and the brilliant work he did, giving a plug for Whedon's "Firefly" movie. Someone brought up "Ripper", Tony's possible spin off of Buffy, which is still up in the air. Tony sounded hopeful that things might happen, but had no gaurantee that it would.
He also talked about his reaction to fans approaching him on the street. He did acknowledge that it was something one had to put up with, being as he was in the public's eye. He doesn't mind people taking pictures of him...when they ask politely, though staring seemed to put him off. He also had a few comments about the problem with today's picture phones, and talked about disconcerting it was waking up on the train to find a phone shoved in your face.
Next came a mention of "Manchild". Of course, fans wanted to know about the infamous apron scene. Tony didn't seem to recall the episode at first, but someone jogged his memory, and then he proceeded to fill us in on the story behind it all. He started telling us how director approached him about doing a nude backside, and the he suddenly went into a tangent with some woman in the audience that had yawned (she was sitting right next to me!). Acting affronted, he joshed her about yawning when he was talking about his backside. Then he went back to his story, and how his director asked him if he had any problem with frontal nudity, because they had permission to do it that way. The whole audience was roaring by now, and Tony remarked "There are some things that just aren't meant to be seen on television, and a man's member was one of them."
He said there was time for one more question, and he was asked if he had fun doing "The Grahm Norton Show" and the parody skit "Poofy The Vampire Slayer". That pretty much concluded the talk portion of his appearance. It was time for Tony to help pull raffle tickets for the Vulkon Saturday night banquet. He did a wonderful job of filling in the silent periods with chatty and witty comments, and critiquing everyone's excited screams.
The announcement for the prize seat at George Hertzberg's table was called, and I was so wrapped up in listening to Tony read the raffle ticket numbers that at first I didn't realize I was the one holding the winning ticket in my hand. I really don't remember much at that point, I was in such shock. I gathered up my stuff, and headed across the front of the room to collect my prize. On the stage, Tony was making fun of the little barking sound I'd made, saying that I sounded like a Shar Pei dog as he yipped back at me.
Needless to say, my good luck left me in a state of unbelivable excitement. Not much else managed to sink through to my brain during the next hour or so. I was already estatic about the idea of going to the banquet, and getting to hear Tony perform in person. Because of how late I'd bought my ticket, however, I'd pretty much resigned myself to the fact that my chances of sitting with any celebrety was practically nil. I'd only bought my five raffle tickets out of self-pity, and never really expected anything to come of them. I guess sometimes fate work is your favor, in spite of all the odds being stacked against you. I know I'll never look at a raffle the same way again (and me never having bought a lottery ticket, or anything like that!).
Well, I practically ran back to my hotel room to share my good news with Steve. Luckily, the raffle prize was actually two seat, one for me and one for a guest of mine. Otherwise, Steve would have been stucky sitting alone at the banquet. I love my husband, really I do, and he treats me very nicely, but hey! A seat next to George Hertzberg? I wasn't about to give that up, even for Steve.
At this point, there was little to do but sit around and wait until it was time to get ready for the evening's banquet. I rested up, and did all the usual stuff to prepare for a night out. That didn't take very long. Around seven o'clock Steve and I made our way down to the hall outside the hotel ballrooms where the banquest was to take place. The public areas of the hotel got kind of warm, what with all the people crowded in there, waiting to find out where they were assigned a seat. I began to feel light headed, so I snuck out a side door, and found a seat outside on a bench, while Steve brought me a drink of water.
Eventually, it was time to go back in and get into line. Steve and I were assigned to table five, which was against the back wall and smack dab in the center. We had perfect seats that looked out over the entire room, with a huge mirror behind us so we could spy on anyone without them being able to see we were watching. As I said, we were seated with George Hertzberg. In fact, Steve sat directly next to him, and I was in the next chair over. The table to our right had Mark Lutz's party, and the one to our left were those seated with Mercedes McNab. Tony head and the lucky people at his table were in front of us, with Robia La Morte on their left, and Nick Bendon on their right.
Tony arrived at the banquet right on time, and the fans immediately crowded around his table. I felt a little bad for the people they had sitting with him. Some of them (at least two) had paid big bucks for the priveledge, and yet it didn't seem from where I sat, they were getting much of a chance to chat with him. Fan after fan kept coming up to interrupt and get a picture. It was hard to ignore them. There were flashes from camera constantly going, and what didn't catch the corner of my eye I got blinded with when the light bounced off the mirrored wall behind us. Steve was getting kind of irked by all the fuss, too. I think he felt sorry for Tony, and wondered how he kept his sanity, and his patience in check. The poor man couldn't move without getting mobbed.
Anyway, with all the folks milling around Tony's table, I was very tempted to go up myself. After all, I knew someone sitting near Tony, and could pretend I was just dropping by to say hello. But I was too scared and shy. I didn't have any experience with this kind of bold crowd, and I just don't have the personality to be too pushy, at least, not in person, so I sat tight, and watched everything going down, and stared at the back of Tony's head all night from the security of my own table fifteen feet away.
Let me say here that I was very pleased and impressed by those gracious fans that shared my table. Everyone was polite. No one tried to hog George's attention, and we each got a chance to ask plenty of questions. My husband, as I mentioned before, is not a Buffy fan, but nevertheless he was quite impressed by George as a person. He is very down to earth, confiding in us that he himself was quite disappointed by all the falseness of the people in Hollywood. That was why he ended up going back to his hometown area in Texas to eventually find a girlfriend. Of course, now she's his wife. George told us that he'd been married less than a year, and that things were still wonderful and new, and going great for himself and the missus. He asked various people around the table what they did for a living, and stimulated further conversation by getting us to talk about our previous convention experiences. We all gave our impressions about what this convention outing was like, and those of us who were Vulkon virgins all seemed happy so far.
Many years back, during our student days, Steve and I had both resided in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. So it came as quite a shock when we discovered that the two sisters sitting to our left lived there. They were beuatiful women, with several funny stories that provided further fodder for George to expound on. We all found plenty of common ground to keep the conversation rolling along, so I considered the evening with them interesting and a definite win in my personal book.
Dinner was decent, though not particularly outstanding, and very typical of thefare served to large crowds. They started us off with a salad, and then moved us into the buffet line, and then later delivered dessert to our table. After that, the tables were cleared and most everyone began to move toward the other end of the room for Tony's show. Since our seats were good, and we could see the stage quite well, the people at my table stayed put. Tony had some problems tuning the guitar he had borrowed. He had also brought along some background music for several of the songs he did. A lot of the selections were naturally from his own album, "Music For Elevators". He did I Can't Stand The Rain; Babies; Last time; Highway, Highway; Que'st Ce Que J'ai Fait(which my hubby kindly translated for me later); Talk To You; and a Harry Belefonte calypso favorite I remember from childhood, Man Smart, Woman Smarter.
The show was a hit with the fans. After Tony was done, the party soon broke up so that the staff could begin clearing the room in preparation for the dance after the banquet. Steve and I went back to our room. I hear that Tony and Nick skipped the dance, but the rest of the celebreties were there, and from what I hear, the provided quite a bit of entertainment. George and Robia supposed had a fantastic dance-off, and I hear that there were plenty of drinks and excitement flowing all through the night. Being the old fuddy-duddies that were are, Steve and I were tucked in our quiet room, and missed all the fun, but we were both too tired by then to care.