::crosses off Invite Iron Maiden for Maidengurl from To Do list::
Hey now, they might behave themselves...let's not be hasty.
'Destiny'
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!
::crosses off Invite Iron Maiden for Maidengurl from To Do list::
Hey now, they might behave themselves...let's not be hasty.
We should also figure out whether we'd like to start the evening out with a bar near the pool, and then move it indoors,
I like this.
I just meant messy. Not Led Zeppelin.
Two words: Keith. Moon.
When "trashed" equals "flamethrower". Or, put another way:
Keith Moon: He put the "ash" back in "trashed"
My favorite Keith wrecking story is definitely the birthday that included him (a) slipping on marzipan and knocking out a front tooth and (b) driving a car into a pool.
slipping on marzipan and knocking out a front tooth
That's a really embarassing way to lose a tooth. You'd think he'd lie about it. ("Oh, this? Bar fight. Yeah, had a barstool broken across my face. Pisser, innit?")
I wonder if the marzipan was on a pie plate?
Keith wouldn't have bothered to lie, believe me. Would have been quite matter-of-fact about it, and surprised if anyone thought he ought to be embarassed. He didn't embarass easily.
I wonder if the marzipan was on a pie plate?
Bingo!
Um, hello. I've skipped a bazillion posts since... August or something. I am gonna be at the F2F.
So, are there gonna be people arriving Tue/Wed/Thurs? My current plan is to arrive a few days early and hang with my aunt and uncle (who live in the Bay area) for a few days before heading off to the hotel....
Maybe pull out Honey West while they're at it (that only lasted a season, right?).
Right on!
Tommyrot, have you pinged "yes" in the poll? a few posts back in press. I'm leaving for meeting with hotel people in about an hour.
Good hotel rate for buffistae starts on the Thursday night.
Favourite story about Keith Moon - and Pete vets it - is his running off in a snit and throwing himself into the Atlantic Ocean off the pier at - damn, forget which, either Atlantic City or Asbury Park. Coast Guard out looking for him, whole nine yards. Finally called off the search, announcing "this one's closed - he's gone" and the voice floating up from under the pilings: "Nooooooooo I'm nooooooot...."