I think that if you put a charge on an event, you should let people know what they're paying for -- food? music? drinks? -- then they have a way to gauge if it's worth it to them. That seems more like a pot luck to me. I can decide if it's worth my time/effort to be there with an entree.
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have. If there's too much lag time before the tickets arrive, I'd print out the confirmation e-mail from Expedia and take it to the airport just in case.
It's an e-ticket, so I'll be bringing some printout with me anyway.
I never take printouts with me when I fly with e-tickets. Even when my printer was hooked up. I usually have a copy of the confirmation e-mail on my PDA, but that's for my reference -- not something I show anyone.
Only once was I hassled -- the security woman told me that everyone else had showed her one, why couldn't I? I explained I didn't have a printer and she looked confused but backed off.
Most checkins these days print you out a ticket. I guess you could get through security with an itinerary and get a ticket at the gate, but... I usually get a ticket on flimsy paper at the check in counters, or prior, at home onm my crappy printer.
OK, I'm jonesing for thin mints. This is wrong. I don't like cookies that much.
Ah, ita, you have more faith in the network than I do.
It's 2C outside, but I am still refusing to turn on the heat. I do really need to put socks on, though.
Sue is crazy.
It's 67 F in my apartment, and I'm wearing 2 layer and this is just too cold.
Crazy and cheap!
I figure if they can't find me in the computer, my piece of paper won't help.
This particular security chick was pre-checkin. Kenya, perhaps?
I'm watching Carnival of Souls. I'm having a hard time remembering why I put what on my Netflix list. Also watched Tart and In The Shadows which were even more confusing choices. This one, at least, has a rep. But I think I've seen it before.
Ah, well. I just need a quiet night.
And now I'm off to the city to see some actors perform 30 plays in 60 minutes.
The Neo-Futurists? TMLMTBGB? I am whimpering with envy.
If the Charlaine Harris books are the ones I'm thinking of (the blurb about the waitress and the brand-new love of her life who is tragically undead makes me think they are), then meh indeed. I read one (the waitress one) all the way through, but rolled my eyes forever through the entire last four chapters, and never read another.
Oh, god, I went and clicked on the link in flea's post about chronic pain, and got to the phrase "one long 15-year migraine" and had to look away. I don't need to know. Not that badly.