Buffy ,'Beneath You'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The conference hotel is the Westin Bonaventure
MARIA!!! This is right next to my building that I work in! Wheee!
Buffistas: We eat serendipity for breakfast.
Of course,thet might lead to "Not just for breakfast any more" or "I"m having serendipity right now, AIFG!" so maybe I really should have breakfast instead of just babbling in a post.
I'm a little off. I want a salad for breakfast today, for no readily apparent reason.
Oh, and
Happy
Earth Day!
Happy Earth Day. And did you notice Google's earth day graphic? Renewable energy, baby, renewable energy.
Google's Earth Day graphic was way better than Yahoo's.
Raq, I finally figured out why Mal has such big hands and feet. He's going to be a swimmer. Those folks always have broad, broad shoulders, skinny little hips and very long hands and feet. Glad to see you've started him in the right direction so soon.
You know, I think you may be right. His nanny keeps telling me he's going to be a swimmer because of the way he crawls.
So, I discovered the unpleasant after-effects of dosing the kid with Benadryl today. That, or he ate an ochre jelly.
He was having dinner in his high chair, and there was this noise, and his eyes got really big and he looked at me and threw his arms up into the air in the "Pick Me UP!!!!" sign. The DH provided his dialog: "Help! It's eating me! Starting from the bottom!"
We went on a litter pickup today for Earth Day, on the hill near our house where there are a lot of hiking trails. It actually wasn't too awful - Greeks, as a general rule, are very good about putting trash in trash cans.
Shoot, I missed tipsy Maria. Stupid sleep, taking up all that time.
I take it back. I love sleep. Don't forsake me, sleep.
-t! We still good for tomorrow?
Perkins! Yes!
Yay! See you at 11:00!
Some day I'll tell you all about the last week, and perhaps the next, but right now it would take five hours and I'd be crying for most of them. Which is funny, because while it has been pretty intense and there have been some bad parts, overall it hasn't been a bad week.If you need, and when you are ready, we are here for you, lib.
He was having dinner in his high chair, and there was this noise, and his eyes got really big and he looked at me and threw his arms up into the air in the "Pick Me UP!!!!" sign. The DH provided his dialog: "Help! It's eating me! Starting from the bottom!"t stifles giggles
Poor Mal...
I prefer gimlets to martinis. But for some reason, I keep getting the idiot bartender. the last three times I've ordered a vodka gimlet, it's been wrong. A gimlet is very simple. vodka with a splash of rose's lime juice. I say "I'd like a Grey Goose gimlet, straight up"
Time 1 - she says "you don't want any ice?" I repeat "nope, straight up". She then gives me a brandy snifter full of WARM VODKA and way too much Rose's. I take it back to a different bartender, he makes it properly.
Time 2 (last night) -- he puts WAY too much rose's in the damn thing, plus tries to leave the ice in and gives it to me in a highball glass. I repeat "straight up", he then digs the ice out with a spoon and hands it to me. I tried to drink it, but no. thank God for open bar.
Time 3 (also last night, attempt 2) -- bartender puts ice in a highball glass and pours in vodka, then looks at me. I say "vodka and rose's lime juice" I point at the lime jiuce. He picks up the grenadine, which is next to the lime juice. I say "no, LIME" . He adds a splash of rose's then goes to hand me the drink. I say, a bit testily "straight up. that means no ice. Shaken with ice, then strained into a martini glass". He says "oh" and proceeds to do it. Should not be this much effort at a four star hotel.