As they say, so that happened.

I got back to my apartment hours ago, and I'm wiped from everything, and I'm mostly posting this here to say that when I came up to the signature table, James Marsters recognized me and put his hand up against the plexiglass, and I put mine up against his on the other side, and when he stroked my hair, he said, "Wow."

More to come, if I manage to remember.