Adrian Paul Poster Moment
There was to be a new poster of Adrian revealed at Syndicon ‘97, and
a raffle to win a personalized copy of it. Proceeds from the $1.00 tickets
were to go to the Make-a-Wish Foundation. On a whim, I bought two chances
to win and promptly forgot about the drawing until Saturday afternoon,
when I suddenly
remembered you had to be *present* to win! I ran up to the Dealer's Room
and squished my way into the fray of bodies surrounding the PEACE table.
All around me were ladies holding tons of tickets! I had two.
Adrian hopped up *on* the table to address the crowd. If I have failed
to this point to describe how he was dressed, let me mention that now. He
wore a black tank top, and black jeans that could well have been
spray-painted on. His hair was short, and he was sporting a mustache and
goatee. He looked incredible, much thinner due to his recent weight loss,
and was a complete
ball of endless energy.
He picked up the bucket containing the tickets, looked into it and said
to the crowd, "Wow....there are a LOT of tickets in
here! Ya know, I *was* only gonna draw three but I think
I will do more than that. Is that ok with you?"
::::Devilish grin from AP:::::
The crowd, of course, squealed its approval. As I mentioned, you had to
be present to win, so that Adrian could personalize the poster for you.
Tickets were called, and winners either filtered forward or the number was
discarded when no one
answered. I stood waiting, never truly believing that I would win, until
it happened. He called a number, and it matched one of mine!!!
I made my way up to the table, sporting the STAFF badge that I had worn
all morning at the autograph session. Upon seeing me approach Adrian said,
"Hey, I know you!" then, with that cocky little side-to-side
head bobbing thing that he does (which, btw, absolutely melts this
writer!) he said,
"I guess STAFF has its privileges!" I confessed that I felt
bad that I had won, and that perhaps it wasn't right. He asked why I said
that, and I told him about the hoards of women out there with numerous
tickets ~ some holding 50 to 60 of them ~ and that I had only bought
He smiled and said that he was really glad that I had won, and that I
should not in any way feel guilty. Then he did something that I will never
forget as long as I live. He was going to personalize the poster, you see,
and we had been introduced earlier
(had been within eyesight of one another practically all morning, in fact)
but he apologized and said ~ in that thick, relaxed accent of his ~
"I'm sorry, baby....what's your name again?" With the question,
he bent sideways at the waist, cocking his head in an attempt to read the
name tag hanging on end around my neck. Talk about a *THUD* moment.
I looked at him rather blankly, and said in what had to have been a
blithering voice, "I have *NO* idea!" This caused him to laugh
out loud and grin heartily. I went on to confess that I was, for the
moment, in pure "fan-mode", and he said that he totally
understood. I picked up my name tag, read it and quipped, "Oh,
that's right! My name is Jan!!"
More grins from AP. He then wrote, in blue ink, "To Jan ~ Hope you
enjoy this! Peace ~ Adrian Paul" He handed the poster to me, and I
tried to roll it up but my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I was
appalled at my behavior. I was supposed to be professional around this
man!! He finally reached out and said, "Here, let
me do that for you." I thanked him breathlessly. I turned to leave
and he said
"See you later? Downstairs?" I nodded that I would be
at the autograph session again in just a bit. The final show of his
mischievousness came when I brought Nick to the autograph table that
afternoon (see Con Report #2 for those
stories) and Adrian smiled, winked, and quipped "Hi there!
Remember your name yet?" I laughed and called him a brat, which he
All in all, my memories of my first time meeting and interacting with
Adrian Paul were to be cherished as few things in my life were at that
time. He's so warm and witty and completely at ease with his fans..... and
he understands when even the most "professional" of women
occasionally turns into a blithering idiot in his presence.
Thanks, Adrian, for being wonderful and witty and chivalrous and
Watch for site updates, and visit again real soon!