I'm going to New Orleans! vacation has been approved! hotel room reserved! plane tickets bought! I get to be with the Buffistas!
F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: San Francisco, May 19-21, 2006! Everything else, go here! Swag!
Sweet!!!
I'm VERY excited ... Vortex, could I join your group for dinner Friday?
Speaking of Friday, I'll probably be going to catch a show at O'Flaherty's Irish Pub. Anyone who wants to come is welcome; there's a bar where people sit and drink and listen to music and talk, a room where people sit and drink and don't talk and listen to music, a courtyard, etc.
Now Toddson can take my place. (This is where I'd put a sad face if I used emoticons.) Unfortunatly (for me, great for her) it is looking more and more possible that my roomie is moving to London in the fall- there's a great chance that I've got a new one lined up for September, but she just told me that she'd be moving out of here at the end of the school year, which means I'd be living the summer alone. I can swing it, but barely, and Practical!Lilty has informed me that I'd have to be mad to spend this kind of money right now.
So, alas, no F2F for me this year. Next year.
Lilty, I'll sit in the sad corner with you. I just did my taxes the other night, and not only am I not getting the refund I had expected, but--for the first time--I owe money. Kind of a lot. I'm not totally fucked, since I've been saving up money for travelling, so at least I can pay, but it means I don't have any fun money anymore.
Maybe we can have our own little mini-F2F the same weekend? You can drive down to Northampton, we'll wander the streets in our corsets and boots, we'll eat at the fabulous Tibetan restaurant, and then we'll go back to my place and watch DVDs. Whaddya say?
Kate! That would be spectacular, as long as I've got the time off that weekend. Since I still have my bucket of change that was specifically earmarked with no exceptions to put me on a plane, I've downsized vacations to one with a dirt cheap flight that will be otherwise free, due to extreme couch sleeping and pantry rummaging. (And I get to see U2!)
t weeps
Chin trembles.
It's just an emotional roller coaster in here.
Anyone want to be my date for a show I've got opening this Saturday?