Oh! Hec, I meant to tell you my friend S. went to all the bars you suggested (prolly in one evening, knowing him) and was highly pleased with all of them.
Right on! I was just at the Orbit Room tonight myself. I had bought Alberta (who is currently mentioned in the Tom Hanks issue of Esquire as one of San Francisco's best bartenders) a vintage copy of Holiday magazine and she was making me Aviations (a cocktail) and showing me pictures of her Chicago trip.
Quite likely. Vortex had a hair appointment in a salon on Maiden Lane at 3, so they probably fetched Fay & promptly drove downtown.
Yes. This!
waves tiredly
Hello, America! For the record, Deb is a total star, and Vortex and Laura and Toddson and Juliana are charm on a stick, and JZ and Hec are adorable and cuddly and give good back rubs, and JZ is just glowing, bless her.
t mememe
I've been up since 6am Tuesday, Cairo time, and it's now 7.30am Thursday, Cairo time. There was a little cat napping on the flight, but only a little. Also, both my suitcases are lost in transit. The airline said they should arrive this pm, and asked me where I was staying, to which I was obliged to say "...er...Deb's house. It's in San Francisco. Er. That's not specific enough, is it?" So I told them to deliver it to the hotel.
GettingMyLuggage-ma would not go amiss, as the clothes I've been wearing since Tuesday night are nice, but will not see me through 9 days.
Also, post- 9/11 you guys are REALLY not big with the welcoming unAmericans into your country. Lengthy queues culminating in fingerprints and photographs and suspicious grilling of a 'what are you doing in America' variety welcome a visitor to the New World.
I am
tired.
Chuffed to bits to be here, but, man, the tiredness she is hitting me hard. But - SAN FRANCISCO, BAYBEE!!!
Welcome, Fay!!!
Looking very much forward to meeting you on Friday, and meeting/reuniting with various lovely others. Sleep well, m'dear, and may you have a glorious day tomorrow.
Speaking of sleep...
t toddles off bedwards
Also, post- 9/11 you guys are REALLY not big with the welcoming unAmericans into your country. Lengthy queues culminating in fingerprints and photographs and suspicious grilling of a 'what are you doing in America' variety welcome a visitor to the New World.
You came from Egypt, babe. You might be an Ay-rab terrorist in disguise...
Know what's funny?
When you go to pack all of the things on your list that you have begun to set out, only to remember that
you sold your luggage at your last yard sale and haven't replaced it.
That's high-larious.
goes off to find something resembling decent luggage or else will have to resort to garbage bags. Is also muttering choice words to oneself.
The garbage bags will certainly mold malleably into those overhead storage containers.
I'm selfishly hoping you gotta go with gabage bags. Just for the pix.
(Make sure you get a pic from behind....)
(Runs from Aimee)
That do suck, babe.
find something resembling decent luggage or else will have to resort to garbage bags
My DH would say garbage bags are perfectly fine luggage.
ION - I have almost finished 1 of the 3 papers I have to get written tonight if I'm going to play starting tomorrow.
Laura, darlin, I'm not going to make it tonight. What is up tomorrow? I'm dropping K-Bug off at school in the morning and then I'm FREE!!!!!
In answer to your question Pete, there seemed to be an inordinate amount of photos of my ass from NOLA. And a lot of them taken by Tom Scola.
Hmmm....
t gives saucy wink to Tom Scola
It might just have to be garbage bags.
Poor worn-out Fay.
Also, both my suitcases are lost in transit. The airline said they should arrive this pm, and asked me where I was staying, to which I was obliged to say "...er...Deb's house. It's in San Francisco. Er. That's not specific enough, is it?" So I told them to deliver it to the hotel.
Okay, I see one problem here, the hotel isn't going to recognize your name since you're not staying with them. Has someone alerted the hotel of these bags arriving, preferably someone who know's Fay's full and factual name?