The Oakland airport, while not as bipolar as SFO, offers wireless internet BUT it is not free AND there are no outlets. They are cruel cruel taunters.

I was blissfully happy to spend time with everyone I managed to spend time with, and wistfully regretful at not being able to spend more time with everyone else.

never noticed icky bathrooms at SFO -- but they are...aged. DH know where to find the plugs, but it often means tripping people

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

It's entirely mutual, P-C.

Which is another thing you and JZ have in common.

I am 98% ick-free. This morning, I had some throat issues, but I don't think it's the Ick, exactly. I added an Immunity Defense boost to my very first Jamba Juice today.

As of right now, I feel okay. I'm having allergy issues that I'm afraid will blossom, so I don't want to jinx myself.

Is anyone sick that I didn't hug?

I can't recall if we hugged or not, but in any event I certainly hugged enough people at one degree of separation from Patient Zero to do the trick. All your ick are belong to me.

Ah well, gives me an excuse to use up my supply of tomato soup and Theraflu, a winning combination.

Tom, I'm heading off to the HICC later to hand the adorable Lilibeth a cheque for the banquet (HS is already paid for) and they know about your ATM card being lost. Do you need cash in hand for the rest of the trip?

SFO is COMPLETE cognitive dissonance. I'm especially fond of the ghost terminal, terminal 2, which houses no airlines. We funded a humongous rebuild of SFO that was completed a couple of weeks before 9/11, and the middle terminal doesn't meet the new security regs. They keep first aid and extra luggage carts.

My ick is fading out and I hope it stays the fuck gone, but I won't count on it.

Sail, GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

And question: please, who took that picture of Lilibeth in her tiara? I want to send it to her. I told her I'd seen it in the photos and she squeed.

I've had "Touched" stuck in my head for the last three days, and it's all smonster's fault.

I am still ick-free! And unfortunately am buffista-free, having dropped Nicole at the airport this morning.

Brenda - The hotel apparently didn't switch my parking cost from your room to Ellen's, so I owe you $75. I need your snail addy, or can paypal you funds. Let me know which works.

I'm glad I bought my van over though - I think I gave rides to a good number of the F2F'ers. At dinner, Sunday night, we were trying to come up with the dirtiest way to say that - but I don't recall our final creation.

My Ick is a resurgence of the Ick I've had since moving here, so I don't think I got infected, but am instead responding to the whole LEGENDARY week and comcomitant lack of sleep.

Seriously, it took awhile to adjust to the dirtiness, winter rain, and lack of personal space/manners on the bus.

HMOG, yes. There are days where I wonder where the fuck all the people came from and why can't they just stay in their homes like good recluses. And then I have a shot of Fernet, and it's all better. (Not really.) (The shot of Fernet, I mean. I just have to go up a hill and see the bay and it's all better.) (Seriously, I'm not THAT big of a lush.) (Stopping now.)

I'm trying to make myself believe that I have allergies. I have just enough time to grab a nap before vacuuming, showering and fetching Trudy from the airport. Oh please just be allergies....