and SA graduating
SA (who is slounging on my couch next to me as I type) is also sad. Not, of course, sad about graduating and getting the hell out of Berea, but sad that graduation conflicts with the F2F.
Speaking for myself (Steph), the bitterness emanating from her is almost making the paint peel off my walls. It's scary, yo.
You can always cheer her up with a nice memory, Steph. Three words: Neil. Gaiman. Sushi.
SA says that when you posted about that in her LJ, she went to bed with a big stupid grin on her face because you reminded her of that, and she says thank you, love.
Hee! Tell her to add one word: Roz.
Who I love! And was just talking about last night. I cannot WAIT to get back into Britain and see her.
I cannot WAIT to get back into Britain and see her.
We're hoping for September; it would only be a couple of days in London, but we have the family flat in Bromley, about twenty minutes south of London down in Kent, and I want to cook her dinner.
On topic, I've sent Lilibeth at the HICC a request for the menu in non-PDF format, ta ever so, because I do NOT wish to retype everything here.
Oh, no way! If you guys do come in September, let me know; I'll be Ireland, and I can fly in.
SA, I will, you bet. I'd love to do a dinner party for people in Kent.
*I* get Fay for FIVE NIGHTS.
*And* I get AmyLiz.
Aw.
And I get to meet Fay! And Nic, and Bev, and Deena, Sail, and Kristin, and Jilli and Pete, and...you know, everybody.
SA, I will, you bet. I'd love to do a dinner party for people in Kent.
Score! ::does happy couch dance::