Am now earwormed....
Yeah, me too. Sorry about that.
And what the hell, since we're all sharing. I may also be doing some preliminary move scounting, since the husband and I are talking about trying to move to N.O. in the fall.
'Heart Of Gold'
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!
Am now earwormed....
Yeah, me too. Sorry about that.
And what the hell, since we're all sharing. I may also be doing some preliminary move scounting, since the husband and I are talking about trying to move to N.O. in the fall.
Yeah, me too. Sorry about that.
Well, I used that exact phrase before you did...
I'm still blaming you, but you don't need to feel sorry about it.
I tried to book my room today but there's apparently one woman who takes reservations and she was never there when I called and didn't call me back. I hope no one else is running into this. Though I also wonder why me, in that case.
(eta: teh DVD player I volunteered for the hospitality suite quit working this weekend (no spinny spinny), so I guess we still need one)
And woo-hoo on Dana (maybe) moving to NO!
Damn, Hec. I was looking forward to drinks at Napoleon House with you and JZ.
I'll be there.
I’ll reach out my hand to you, I’ll have faith in all you do
Just call my name and I’ll be there
Damn, Hec. I was looking forward to drinks at Napoleon House with you and JZ.
I know. That'd be a blast, huh? And Commander's Palace. And the graveyard tour with Buffistas in tow.
::sigh::
But honestly, I don't even have enough money to buy a new pair of glasses right now. It's not even one of those deals where we're cautiously going over our accounts and choosing to be frugal. It's just not there right now.
DX, we were both so looking forward to it as well, the drinks and your good good company. We will miss everyone horribly. Next time we actually meet, drinks are on us (provided Emmett's mom has a steady job by that time and we're not all in the poorhouse).
Dang.
I'll be there, though.
All right. In the interests of Jessica's Non-Mope-atorium, I will just reiterate the virtues of going to Bacco's lunch special where you can get lobster ravioli in butter sauce, topped with caviar and 25 cent martinis.
In the interests of totally destroying the mope and replacing it altogether with drool, I must note that Hec is wrong in calling it butter sauce. It is in fact champagne-cream sauce with caviar sprinkled on top.