The new do. Bzzzzzz.
So Perkins will recognize me.
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!
Sail, I commented on your haircut in Bitches.
Also, I think you just sent Hec into ecstasies.
I thought you'd said Ecclesiastes.
Also, I think you just sent Hec into ecstasies.
Mmmmmmm.
I thought you'd said Ecclesiastes.
To everything there is a season. A time to grow long, a time to cut short...
I have retrieved Jilli and Pete and they are checking in at the hotel now. Plans for dinner are now coming together. We're thinking Gardens of Taxco.
Deb has been fetched, and dinner with her, myself, and Z had. She is now being dropped off at the hotel whilst Z works and I curl up with Mr. Codeine cough syrup.
Jess and Tom, I will pick you up at the baggage claim tomorrow. Here's the thing, though - I think you're coming in to two different terminals. Jess, you're coming into the Lindbergh one, and I think Tom is coming into the Humphrey one. It'll be a bit tricky, but we'll make it work.
Are you sick, Juliana?
SailAweigh, it looks like I will be in the Lindbergh terminal.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY TRIP!
Juliana, if you talk to her again before I do, tell Deb I'm bringing my camcorder to the reading.
And tell Mr Codiene Cough Syrup that you are not allowed to be sick this weekend. I DECREE IT.
I DECREE IT
ME TOO!
it looks like I will be in the Lindbergh terminal.
That is good to know. I've spent more than my fair share of wasted minutes driving around unfamiliar airport terminals than I care to think about. Still, I'm leaving early enough to account for some missed turns and having to loop back around. Heavens knows, I do it often enough at airports I am familiar with.