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.
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!
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.
I miss you all too.
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?
Not rowdy and basically not porny in any but a voyeristic or marital way.
And you can wear my amazing tiara any time. (It's from P-Moon. Props to P-Moon.)
Did you wander randomly through Manhattan first so as to confuse them?
Does twenty needless blocks of stopped traffic on the FDR because my driver was a MORON (who wound up with no tip) count?
Not that tiara. The other one. That's saving itself for you.
Trudy obviously didn't have the magic beads.
There was food porn! Lots of food porn.