Pfft. Fay is one of the least-disappointing-to-meet-in-person people ever.

Uh, Fay. You DO know you're a fucking ROCK STAR among the Buffistas, right? And that everyone will be getting in fist fights over who gets to stand next to you?

gulps

See, this kind of advertising is hard to live up to, and makes my inner-Brave-Sir-Robin think “Run Away! Run Away!” But I figure that hard likker will probably counteract this. Hopefully.

Do you not even remember the LA F2F?

…see, I remember hiding during most of the prom, because I had a mighty attack of shyness and feeling fat and gauche and otherwise disappointing, and OMGEveryoneWillHateMe. But then I also remember the Kitchen of Porn, so I guess I got over that.

As one of the haters (what can I say? I'm a punk)

Yes, I was thinking of you as I typed the question, actually.

as long as I can get you to say "I'm will fuck your shit up, (pause) yo.", I'll be happy.

I think I can manage this.

No imposition. Looking forward to having you... here.

…oh my lord. It’s going to be like a Carry On film, isn’t it? Carry On Porning, maybe, or Carry on Staking. Or Carry on Bitching…

Anyway, if the flights aren't booked yet and you have other options, try to get a flight to Seattle closer to 12.45 which is when we're heading out. Otherwise you'll have a 2 hour wait before we get there and Seattle's airport is a boring place to be for 2 hours.

Right you are – I’ll check it out with my travel agency when I go with the dough – but I’ll be quite fine sitting in the airport for a couple of hours. After 13 hours in Warsaw train station waiting for a train that never came, with no Polish money to get me into the loo, insufficient British money to pay for a hotel, no friends within many hundreds of miles and dodgy mad tramps trying to win my hand (or some other part of my anatomy) 2 hours will be a breeze. I bet they probably have a coffee shop. Or at least a Coke machine. Or people who speak English.

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(Deb, I promise I'll send you the proper details in full once I've physically bought the ticket, but this was to give you an idea of what I think it should look like, timingwise.)

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Right you are – I’ll check it out with my travel agency when I go with the dough – but I’ll be quite fine sitting in the airport for a couple of hours. After 13 hours in Warsaw train station waiting for a train that never came, with no Polish money to get me into the loo, insufficient British money to pay for a hotel, no friends within many hundreds of miles and dodgy mad tramps trying to win my hand (or some other part of my anatomy) 2 hours will be a breeze. I bet they probably have a coffee shop. Or at least a Coke machine. Or people who speak English.

Well, yeah, it ain't Purgatory but if you manage a closer time you can hang out with us at the airport before departure which will make the time fly all the faster.

Yup, I am hogging the Fay time. Sue me.

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t calls lawyer

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YAY FAY!

That's all I got.

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See, this kind of advertising is hard to live up to, and makes my inner-Brave-Sir-Robin think “Run Away! Run Away!” But I figure that hard likker will probably counteract this. Hopefully.

I'm sure it will be All Good, but I would also be a bit nervous about the fanfare if it were me! (Not that I tend to inspire much fanfare. So you can understand why it would FREAK ME OUT.)

I'm as excited to meet you as I am excited to meet the other awesome Buffistas! (which is high complimenty, indeed, but maybe less pressure!)

OMG SO MANY COOL PEOPLE TO MEET.

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I'ma snog the beejezus outta Nora.

IJS.

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Whee!

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I finally get to meet Nora. This makes me happy.

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Me too! Yay! So many cool people.

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heh. wasn't clamoring for validation (I pinkie swear!), but I'll take it!

'Cause I *like* being all stealth with no fanfare... which is why I sympathized with Fay's gulps. For I, too, suffer the fear of Not Living Up To Expectations.

I am so very much looking forward to San Francisco.

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