I'm done.

Yay! See you soon.

Love it when life throws a wrench in the plans.

Bad wrench! Leave Ms. Bug alone. She needs to pack, or not, really she just needs to get here!

Yes, I woke early, but am headed back to the pillow now. We have to wait a little bit for the HS this morning because they had an occupant in there last night. They were trying to leave it open, but they were completely full.

I'll be moving into the room right across the hall after that occupant leaves this morning. Yay!

I'll be around to help set up and play.

Oh, and when Toddson and I were going out to eat the front desk guy told us that someone had stopped to see us, but he didn't know our last names or room numbers. Front desk guy didn't feel he could give out that info. I told him that if anyone showed up looking for Buffistas he could give them my number.

Also, my last name is Holt. Y'all won't tell anyone scary, right?

Oh yeah, I found that my shampoo leaked all over the rest of the stuff in my toiletry bag. But not all over the clothes, yay. The bag had a rough trip. I had a bundle of lavender incense that SIL gave me that I was going to put in the bathroom with the lavender candles. The incense was in tiny pieces and shampoo soaked. So instead of quickly brushing my teeth and going to sleep I had to wash everything off. The good news, my toothbrush was in another little bag so not shampoo soaked.

Oh, ugh, Laura, I hate when that happens. Mine was a bottle of perfume, which fortunately was in one of the smaller pockets of my hanging toiletry bag.

Packing? What is packing?

Hee. That be me. I'm taking off early to pack before I leave for the airport today. I figure I'm actually less likely to forget something if I do it that way. Besides, I think I'm becoming famous for forgetting something anyway and who am I to disappoint?

Ack, Laura, that sucks. At least the toothbrush remained untainted.

smonster speaks for me. Which isn't really news.

Do y'all still tackle hug around here? Oh, who cares?

t tacklehugs cass

See you tomorrow, babe.

(feels kinda good to be just 'smonster' again. not that i don't like the 'bite' part, but 'smonster' is something i used to get called in RL, too.)

oh, and juliana - insent re: to pedi or not to pedi

Packed. I think. Close enough for government work, anyway. And one bag!

Do y'all still tackle hug around here?

Just you wait until I see you missy!

I just ordered myself a California omelet from room service. 1. I'm in California! 2. I've been working since 5am. 3. I'm worth it!

No, I won't be making a habit of this.

Breakfast update. The omelet was the yum. Monterey Jack cheese, bacon, avocado. Mmmmmm. And a full pot of real coffee. Now I better get some work done....

0 days, 4 hours, 38 minutes and 11 seconds

Oh yeah, I found that my shampoo leaked all over the rest of the stuff in my toiletry bag. But not all over the clothes, yay

nods

I had a similar thing on the 'plane, having foolishly put my much loved orange & vanilla bodysplash perfume into my wee rucksack. The sudden whaft of intense orange&vanillaness en route to Frankfurt alerted me to the fact that this was a Bad Idea after all. Happily I'd had the wit to put it into a wee plastic bag. Unhappily it was with my toothpaste and new toothbrush. Oops. So the hand luggage, it smells pretty.

Re: coming from Egypt - nope, they were doing that shit to every single non-Citizen arriving from any destination. They didn't even notice the copy of the Qu'ran I brought with me in my hand luggage - between that and the dodgy-smelling tobacco in my luggage, I'm pretty much asking for trouble, I know - but neither of these things had any bearing on the whole lengthy queuing malarky. I'm thrilled to be here and happy to see you all, but I have to say that I hope that the rest of the non-Americans were feeling less jaded and pissy about the whole YouAren'tAmericanSoClearlyYou'reATerroristAndWhyShouldWeLetYouIntoOurFantasticCountryAnyway routine than I was. Yes, I understand that people are afraid of terrorist attacks. But I don't think this is going to do a damned thing to reduce them - just sewing low-grade resentment and irritation. Although that may just be me, having spent nearly 20 hours travelling by that point and being a stroppy cow at the best of times.

That said, props to one of the security officer blokes, who was doing his damnedest to be cheery and charming and friendly and funny and welcoming to us unAmerican cattle as we trudged through line after line after line. Yay for him.

bounce bounce bounce

Well, I'm UP! Where's everyone else?

More coffee just cause...

Here I was all crazed the last few days with the huge numbers of posts, and here I am adding to the crazy.

But I'm a big old dork and I just got all excited looking at the fog. Because there is fog here, and hills! You would think I never travel with my excited response to such things. But fog! That means I'm in San Francisco!