I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much, and... some of it's made up, and... some of it can't be quantified, and... there's secrets.

River ,'Safe'


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!


Trudy Booth - Dec 19, 2005 12:40:37 pm PST #6311 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

Though, sadly, as things stand now, not from me. My niece is getting married that weekend in Connecticut.

Blow it off. It's not like she came to yours.


Anne W. - Dec 19, 2005 2:39:51 pm PST #6312 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Thanks for the info, Deb!


Aims - Dec 21, 2005 8:12:41 am PST #6313 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Are there any plans for New Year's Eve amongst SF-ers?


Lee - Dec 21, 2005 8:33:20 am PST #6314 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Picking Juliana up at the airport.

Drinking as much champagne as we want to.

Not at the same time though.


Aims - Dec 21, 2005 8:33:44 am PST #6315 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Hmmm....


Spidra Webster - Dec 21, 2005 8:38:15 am PST #6316 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

I'm not sure what I'm doing yet. Being an East Bay girl, I'd like to stick close to home. There's the Cinderella Ball. [link]


deborah grabien - Dec 21, 2005 12:32:21 pm PST #6317 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Heading down to Perkins New Years Day, for brunch.

Bringing juliana in triumph to her new digs on Telegraph Hill, in SF.

Night before, don't know yet...


Lee - Dec 21, 2005 1:28:08 pm PST #6318 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Bringing juliana in triumph to her new digs on Telegraph Hill, in SF.

Or at least following the SUV/Mini-van?

We can have a parade!


deborah grabien - Dec 21, 2005 1:32:15 pm PST #6319 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

"And to think that I saw it on Telegraph Hill..." (Dr. Seuss moment)

Aimee, why? Were you thinking of coming up? We could have a mellow-ish party; generally fairly reclusive on NYE, just to avoid all the musicians we both spent too many years with.


Aims - Dec 21, 2005 3:15:12 pm PST #6320 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I was thinking about it.

Found a decent fare for the 3 of us.