Well, the weekend has been wonderful. Unfortunately, the week decided to play a nasty trick on me and give me two Mondays in a row. Anything that could go wrong today, so far, has.

I left my bag of Lush goodies along with the chocolates from Coco Bella in my original room. I realized that when I got back to the hotel after pasta at Deb's and asked about it at the front desk. Housekeeping was closed and they told me to check back in the morning. I went to bed, put out a sign to have breakfast delivered and slept the sleep of the just plain damn chock-full-o-Buffista-goodness.

The breakfast came later than expected, the argument and explaination with housekeeping and the front desk over the missing bag took longer than anticipated. They still couldn't find the bag. I finally gave up and caught a cab to Caltrain. Missed the train I wanted and got to the San Jose airport 10 minutes after my flight left. I'm on standby for the 2:40 flight to Denver and I won't get to Milwaukee until after 11pm. Worst of all, I am chocolateless when it is most needed! *shakes not-so-wee fist at the universe*GrrrArrg.

Glad to hear our Scola has found safe harbour at Zmayhem. My vanpool got to see his worried face when he came back without his card. We pretty much wanted to just hand him any of ours to help make it all OK again.

So much fun. So many gorgeous people wearing such pretty clothes. I didn't manage to spend as much time as I would have liked with any one of them, but had fun trying amidst all the joyful madness.

My throat is sending up messages that it's thinking about settling down to torment me with a nice long case of the Ick. Oh Joy. It's not really the sort of gift-that-keeps-on-giving that one likes to come home with. Couldn't I have gotten the keys to the transporter instead?

Deena's photos? Nope.

You were in there! Just in the ones that looked like ass from the shaky hands. I was not posting an assy Deb photo. Nuh and uh.

Consuela, thanks for the links. I loved Scooby Road, but missed the others.

Consuela, thanks for the links. On my "to-do" list is to send thanks to the creators, as suggested by Laura Shapiro. Also, I still have your book -- good intentions, path to hell and all that.

Yesterday, Epic and I were joking that for the next F2F we needed dance cards, because we missed spending time with some people with whom we would have liked to see more of -- however, I think that the space time continuum wouldn't allow me all the time I want to spend with Buffistas.

I have gotten a lot of joy out of fanvids in the last few years; it's a pleasure to share it.

Sparky, no worries. It's not like I don't know where you live. *g* Besides, I have Maggie's other book to lend you if you like.

I am perfectly content to be confused with Cindy, any time, any way.

Likewise, JZ. Besides, Hec and I are married, just not to each other.

Oh, shit, somehow in there I confused Cindy with JZ. Maybe because I heart them in similar ways.

It's entirely mutual, P-C.

I actually own Maggie's other book. Sometime soon you should get an invite to the next bruch we're hoping to have, on the Live Oak Park Fair weekend, and maybe you can have your book back then.

insent to SA, Hec and JZ.

My throat is sending up messages that it's thinking about settling down to torment me with a nice long case of the Ick.

At this point, I'm curious to know who *hasn't* gotten the Ick. AFAIK, there's Jess, Zmayhems inclusive, Scola, the Reasons inclusive, Fay....anyone else? Ick-free roll call!

I'm ick-free!