Hi! I'm home. Guess what, it's hot and sticky here. Alas, no Buffistas.
Tom - I need you to send me a copy of the picture of Brendon with Hil and Kristin. Very cute. Bobby took one look and asked how old they were because they were his size. Also very cute.
I got home. (Well, NJ home. Won't be DC home until next week, I think. Or maybe later this week. Or something.) This weekend was so much fun. (More contentful comments later, when I'm a bit more awake and less hungry.)
Glad everyone seems to have made it home okay. Has everyone checked in?
I'm back, and even put in a full day of work today.
How's you doing Sean?
The good: I have computer access
The bad: I have no Buffistas.
1) I was being pro-active on the boobular containment, and claim only 1 of the 2 occurances attributed to me.
2) Emma loves me. I fed her toast, danced with her, and made the table at the restaurant shake by performing drum solos.
3) They played "Hotel California" far too much, and "House of the Rising Sun" not nearly enough (read: not at all), pretty much everywhere.
4) There is no #4. To confuse the vampires.
5) I miss everyone already.
D'oh!
If you like it you can have it, or you can mail it to me.
Or we can just all cry because we're in our dumb old homes and not the St. Louis.
I miss you guys.
I do not miss my bunkerlike hotel room.