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.
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.
I'ma snog the beejezus outta Nora.
IJS.
I finally get to meet Nora. This makes me happy.
Me too! Yay! So many cool people.
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.
I am quietly clamoring for validation.
