Well, thank you, Aimee. And in my defense, this is post-Prom, so the legs were a little uncooperative. I haven't danced that much since January. Still.
ION, a poorly-edited photo album is here. I ganked most of these from amyth, but she’s got more. The Sunday night North Beach rampage is at the bottom.
LOVING Tep's notes.
Phoo. Says it's inaccessible.
Here's the proper link: [link]
And hee to this picture of me:
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Pretty sure I hugged you, Connie, no? And I am crudless.
I suspect sneezing may have had more to do with it.
I do believe I'm ill.
And I'm still sulking, but there's amusement in there as well. Tep's pictures? Nope, not in those. Deena's photos? Nope. If there are more than five pictures of me out of fifty cameras, I'll probably die of shock. I have a bet with myself that I'll be the least photographed human being in the entire hotel this weekend.
No body image demons, mind you - just invisibility issues. It's a bad time for those, and Empress, love, I will swap with you, if you like. I could use a change from "do I exist?"
And whatever demonic agency snuck into the hospitality suite and gave everyone the fever and sore throat and miserable achies, you may pick it up on the front stairs of my house. It's in a plain brown wrapper marked "DEAR ILLNESS DEMON, DIE NOW".
In other news, I'm going to post a list of what's in the lost and found bags next to my sofa. Deena's shoes will go out as soon as I have a moment's time to get it done.
And has Tom been taken care of?
Betsy, were you at Prom and I missed you?
Oh dear
LORD
Juliana--please delete the picture in which the back of my skirt apparently flipped up and displayed my ass! PLEASE!
I bend better than I think I do
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and I thought I got the crud, but I insulted it by ignoreing it, and it went away.