Ooh! Ooh! I will volunteer to personally go tell George Clooney that he should keep and use the non-transferable stuff, for Sticking It To The Man purposes! Just as a public service.
OK. My clothes are in my suitcase. Oh, but not underwear. Shoes, including backup. High of 80 is bear-leg weather, right? I always forget. I have something to sleep in. Toiletries are either in the bag already or need to go last-minute. All I need to pack is my reading material and whatnot for my carry-on bag. I think. Also must clean up house, which really means a 30 minute race around making things look cleaner than they are. I think I'm in good shape.
Diner is bringing me corned beef and cabbage. Hopefully this will cheer me up.
I suppose the Movie Star could take someone WITH them to Le Swanky Resort... and then split.
Bon Voyage, Jesse! What time is your flight?
Ooh! Ooh! I will volunteer to personally go tell George Clooney that he should keep and use the non-transferable stuff, for Sticking It To The Man purposes! Just as a public service.
It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.
Maybe we can arrange a group outing for just this purpose.
I hate to give out my name on the phone. I'll happily fill out all kinds of forms on line with no thought to privacy issues, but someone asks me who I am on the phone and my brain goes into lockdown. I should really just come up with an alias I can use.
(eta: high of 80 sounds like bare leg weather to me. Have fun using the passport!)
Colin got an assload of goodies in that heartbeat before Coupling tanked.
And it's not like he was even
famous.
The flight is at 8:30 tomorrow morning. We are to be at the airport either no later than 5:30 or no later than 6. Tough choice.
Oh, I'll still be here all night, not to worry. But thanks for the good wishes, y'all!
::retracts the voyage bonnness::
