In Denver. Have something like a 4 hour layover here.
F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?
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!
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.
Also, Christmas Eve is now.
Merry Christmas Eve, SA.
here in really fucking cold Scotland
Heh.
Signed, Emigrated from Scotland to Canada. Scotland wasn't cold enough, apparently.
Hah. John, thank you, and also, true. Except at least you get snow out of it. It's just raining massively hard here.
Where are you, SA? Edinburgh?
We had both snow and freezing rain today, which was lovely in the way that is ... Hell. It was the great Tractor Trailer jackknife-a-thon out there on the highways, apparently. I was content just to slide around in town.
Lanarkshire, about three-quarters of an hour outside of Glasgow.
We had both snow and freezing rain today, which was lovely in the way that is ... Hell.
Agreed. It's gale-force winds and driving rain, and while snow is predicted for tomorrow (that'll be my Christmas Miracle), it won't stick to the ground because the ground is too wet. Sigh.
It's over a year away, but I'm all about making the Holidays better. In that vein, John Sweden and I have been talking about New Years Eve in Vegas in 2005. It's on my calendar now, and it's an open invitation to all and sundry.
Edinburgh rarely gets snow that sticks for Christmas. My uncle Bill lives up in Inverness and that's a different story. Every ten or fifteen years, they have to get out long sticks and probe for cars lost in snowdrifts at the sides of the roads.