Ah, but I did have to run away and hide during the prom because of the shyness. It's a thing.
Though I do remember you running away and finding me, and we talked, and it was all fine. There was hugging involved.
Trust me -- I get all overwhelmed and freaked-out and self-conscious and I have to flee. It's a thing. I do much better with small groups of Buffistas than I do with the masses.
Well, you're brilliant with me, and I get to see you five or six times a year. Which will be more now that I have a car.
Fay, did you get my email?
Who's driving this soundboard anyway?
Why do you think I use so much automation.
Did you notice even at the F2F I had it set up so that I could just wander away?
You are the master of your trade, Drew. Back in California?
I get back in later tonight. I'm stuck on a layover right now.
In Denver. Have something like a 4 hour layover here.
Dude. I hope you don't get stuck at the airport because of snow.
Also, Christmas Eve is now. It just hit quarter past midnight here in
really fucking cold
Scotland.
All looks good here at the moment. Snow on the ground, but no notice of delays.
I'm having dinner at the keyboard. Tomorrow, I fly to Alberta for holiday time with my folks. I think Christmas Eve dinner is at my sister's, we all crash there so we can be entertained by my 4 year old niece opening presents in the morning (good fun that), then back to my folks' place for Christmas Day dinner. After that I'll be busy digesting, like a python.
