Look, Angel, I know you've been out of the loop for a while, but I'm still evil. I don't do errands...unless they're evil errands.

Lilah ,'Just Rewards (2)'


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!


Anne W. - May 05, 2006 2:08:49 pm PDT #9330 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

YAY KATEFATE!!!

Deb, insent with flight and cellphone info.

Also, did my check ever arrive, Juliana? I mailed it out around April 20, I think.


juliana - May 05, 2006 2:11:03 pm PDT #9331 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Also, did my check ever arrive, Juliana? I mailed it out around April 20, I think.

Yup - I thought I had sent an email, but it's possible I didn't. I'll be cashing what checks I have on Monday.


Laura - May 05, 2006 2:12:39 pm PDT #9332 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I'm coming to SF2F2006!

Yay! I'm so happy to hear things worked out the way it should be.


Anne W. - May 05, 2006 2:14:09 pm PDT #9333 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Eh, no problem. I figured you were gathering them to deposit in bulk.

I cannot WAIT for this. I haven't figured out what I'm going to wear to Prom yet, but I'm not too worried. I'll hit the shops next weekend, I think.


katefate - May 05, 2006 2:17:29 pm PDT #9334 of 10001
Frail my heart apart and play me a little Shady Grove

It's a F2F miracle.

And see, I've got fangirl material on all the names above.

After F2F2002, I actually did it. I sat down in this afterglowy trance and wrote commentary about the foaminess of the individual Buffistas there, and then was too embarrassed to post it.

But come on, Erin rocks even harder than you think she's going to. Betsy really is a goddess in human form. JZ's as lovely as she writes. Spouses don't escape the love, either. Like Brendan: as soon as you see him, you think, "Are we related? Or maybe went to school together?" 'cause it's like you've known him forever.

I have to shut up now and go help my sister organize her garage. Pray to the god of your choice nobody gets hurt while I'm blissed out like this.


deborah grabien - May 05, 2006 2:32:58 pm PDT #9335 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Anne, am I picking you up?

kate, btw, if the Shady Grove in your tag refers to what I think it does, we can have a couple of very interesting conversations.


Anne W. - May 05, 2006 2:35:58 pm PDT #9336 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Deb, I was assuming that I'd be taking public transport or something (but wouldn't mind a ride, either). To be honest, I'm really only just now starting to think logistics again, now that a couple of other brain-drainers have been taken care of.

Anyhow, I'm about to leave to go to Baltimore for the weekend. I'll check in w/ people about the best way to get from airport to hotel when I get back.


Ginger - May 05, 2006 2:39:28 pm PDT #9337 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Katefate's tag is a line from the McGarrigles song "Going Back to Harlan."


deborah grabien - May 05, 2006 2:42:08 pm PDT #9338 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Ah, different Shady Grove. Never mind....

Anne, kewl. We'll work the logistics when you get home.


Ginger - May 05, 2006 2:45:26 pm PDT #9339 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

It's referring to the folk song. Some lyrics:

Frail my heart apart and play me little Shady Grove
Ring the Bells of Rhymney
Till they ring inside my head
Forever
Bounce the bow,
Rock the gallows for The Hanged Man's Reel
And wake the Devil from his dream

And if you were Willie More,
Then I was Barbara Allen or Fair Ellen
All sad at the cabin door
A-weepin' and a-pinin' for love
Ah, weepin' and a-pinin' for love

I love the McGarrigles.