Well, damn. Just checked on the Caltrain schedule and the last train out of Santa Clara leaves at 10:35. My flight arrives at 10:55. Boo.
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!
Sail, then you need picking up, obviously. What's the date/day of week, again? Quite possible we can arrange to be there, especially since we feed the feral cats every two nights, and the cats are about eight minutes from SJ airport.
Awesome, Deb! I'll be arriving Thursday night (the 18th) at 10:55. I'll e you tomorrow with the flight numbers as I left my itinerary in the car. Duh. I'll be crashing with others at the Holiday Inn since I don't actually check in to my room until Friday day.
Yep, e me. We should be able to work it out.
I am both unbelieveably excited and embarassingly nervous about meeting folks. I am a hugger, once I get past myself.
I'm one of those who has to start out with just a smile, then a touch or two and then the full-fledged body slam. What can I say, I'm shy. Actually, I just grew up in a family that wasn't a bunch of huggers, so it's not my first instinct. I don't usually initiate the hug, but once I get going I'm not easy to stop. Plus, some people are just so huggable, once I latch on I'm like a tick, you have to stick a match under my ass to get rid of me.
I like being hugged, but I'm not likely to be the initiator cause I'm not good at reading what the other person wants/intends. (So hug away, y'all, I won't object in the least.)
Anyone and everyone can hug me without reservation. I am a hug whore.
I'm not generally the touchy-feely type, though I don't mind hugging friends.
So now I hug, but I hug badly. You could lose an eye.
I'm willing to take the risk.