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.
Kwistin and Drew and Abi and Hil are RIGHT ON THIS PAGE, but far far away.
Makin' me cwy.
Trudy, I will bring it with me to the East Coast, and see if it can manage to make its way to New York. I also said goodbye to your tiara for you.
I will be doing no more crying today. Thus I will ponder how much I don't miss the rowdy drunk people (This is not us. We were, as far as I can tell, at no point rowdy.)
and the lawyers tried immediately upon my return to kill me
and the lawyers tried immediately upon my return to kill me
Did you wander randomly through Manhattan first so as to confuse them?